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Playtime! => PbP Games => Play by Post General => Adventures in Eberron => : Sohala September 22, 2010, 02:25:12 AM
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Part One: Death in the Upper City
Curtains of water fall from the sky as you traverse the labyrinthine walkways of Sharn. The stone and wooden paths wind around and between the towers and spires high above the ground, forming a complex latticework that can be very confusing on evenings such as this. The rain falls hard, running off higher walkways and balconies in drenching waves, making it difficult to see much more than a few feet ahead of you. The distant glow of everbright lanterns, barely visible in the soaking gloom, does little to light the paths on this warm, wet evening.
[spoiler]A spot check of 18 for the information in the next spoiler.
[spoiler]You spot a figure in a dark cloak moving quietly through the rain on the skybridge ahead. It seems to be avoiding the dim pools of light cast by the everbright lanterns, preferring to stay to the shadows. Lightning flashes,
and you see a shape on the stone floor of the bridge in the brief illumination. The figure quickly reaches the railing of the skybridge, then slips over the barrier and disappears into the darkness and the rain.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Sim makes his way across the bridge from infront of the fountain, heading along the lower edge of the bridge. His appearance for the moment is of a tall male human with short blonde "spiky" hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. Hiw explorer's cloak keeping him rather dry for the most part, the large hood pulled up over his head as he attempts to see through the rain.
[spoiler] Spot check 1d20=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696297/), changed nothing heh. [/spoiler]
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Cumulo walks briskly through the rain, unmindful of the chill. Frost momentarily rimes the edges of his footprints, as he peers through the darkness. Icy eyes spotting an altercation, he lets out a shout "Halt! Criminal Scum!", and rushes over to the bridge. He looks over the edge for a second, trying to spot the figure, then turns to the victim. Bending over, he checks whether or not the victim is beyond his help.
[spoiler]Spot check: 1d20+4=24 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140723)
Wooohooo natural 20 cooking with gas!
I only wish I had one of those immediate action sharn featherfall things. That would have been funny. "No, mysterious figure! You have so much to live for!" as he escapes (http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=003085). [/spoiler]
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One Self is walking into the area from "A", heavy "clank, clank, clank" footsteps marring his path. One sees the fountain where one was to meet Old Gerald, the man with some of the earliest forgecraft notebooks, and a scene unfolding. One walks towards it, not knowing what is happening.
[spoiler]I failed my roll gloriously.[/spoiler]
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Hiding in a bush near A, Marl has been consumed with eating the fish he stole from a shop earlier today, his Psi-Crystal hovering and watching, while Marl degorges himself upon the fish, hearing the loud noise yell for a criminal a shiver runs down his spine and he slowly walks out the bush, hoping it wasn't him that was someone was out looking for he looks around, but being fairly sure it wasn't him, he goes to investigate the person who yelled.
"Who goes there?" Cracks his squeaky voice from underneath his breath, terrified that enemies might be approaching, he clutches his staff.
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Psi-Crystal: 1d20+4=12 : http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696366/
Marl'un: 1d20 +2 = 6 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696371/
No spots from over here, the Psicrystal was actively spotting, but
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The skybridge ahead spans the distance between platforms attached to the sides of two different towers—Dalannan Tower and the Kelsa Spire. A body lies on the floor of the bridge, and you can see a mixture of rain and blood pooling around it. A leather satchel, still clutched tightly in the body’s hand, lies in the expanding puddle of water and gore.
[spoiler]For those that make a brief examination of the body, for that is all you have time for.
[spoiler]The body is that of an elderly human scholar. He is dead.
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Listen check of 15
[spoiler]Sounds not of walking or rain can be heard.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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One Self, an armored Warforged with a backpack, runs over to the body. "This must be Old Gerald. He is not functioning. Did one of you do this?" One Self asks plainly. One realizes that anyone involved would likely have fled by now.
[spoiler]listen check: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696425/
Heh, I actually made it![/spoiler]
"There are others here. Caution." One Self will grab the leather satchel, if there's time.
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Guards! There's been a murder!
Cumulo spins around to the source of the sound
Who goes there?
[spoiler]Listen check: 1d20+4=21 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140757)
Can I identify anything about the sound?
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Sim heads towards the dead body, eyes blue eyes noticing the satchel. He picks up the sounds nearby. "Aye I hear it too, what happened to him?" He asked in a smooth concerned voice, referring to the deceased.
[spoiler]Listen (1d20=16) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696842/)[/spoiler]
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All questions were answered a moment later as a cry came from the edge of the bridge, "Die you flesh-loving traitor," As the cloak figure returns to the scene. It charges strait for One, and collides with the warforge with great force.
[spoiler]1d20=14, 1d20=12, 1d20=6, 1d20=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2696960/)
Cloaked Figure ?
Sim 19
Cumulo 13
Marl 10
One 8
Strength check 1d20+5=20
Damage 2d6+3=14 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697009/) (error on damage, fixed in text)
Opposed strength check from One to avoid damage.
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Sim attempts to gain quite a wee bit on distance of the yelling cloaked figure that just attacked one of the individuals standing near him. Once said distance was acquired, his right hand make a few precise movements while choice words are said under his breath. Between his thumb and index finger of his left hand are briefly held a few rose petals, which promptly disappear. All the while staring intently near the clocked figure.
[spoiler]5 foot step to C8, cast Sleep on B12 to affect only the cloaked figure. Will Save DC is 14[/spoiler]
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If the sleep is unsuccessful
[spoiler]The Flame will judge you for your actions!
Cumulo punches out with his spike gauntlet, icy eyes filling with silvery fire!
[spoiler]Full attack on the figure.
To hit: 1d20+1=18 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140770)
Dealing 1d4+1=5 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140771) damage,
with a DC 11 will save or be shaken[/spoiler][/spoiler]
If the sleep is successful
[spoiler]Good job. Let's tie him up and deliver him to the proper authorities[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]1d20=11 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697156/) [/spoiler]
The strike connects solidly with a ring, "Gah, you will pay for that little fleshling." Said the cloaked figure.
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A screech comes from One Self's body as he pushes back valiently...
[spoiler]http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697449/
Goddang, so close! 404'd!
At least I get to reduce 2 points of that. I'm at -4.
Do you mind not rolling 1 point under max damage :P.[/spoiler]
...but fails and emits a low pitched "Vrooooommmm..." followed by a weak "error". As he goes limp.
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>>anyone disliking humans will probably dislike me as well in here, I've got to figure out who these guys are later.<< Marl'un thinks to himself as he readies his crossbow and fires at the cloaked figure. Afterwards he steps into the bush right next to him.
Surrender, and show your face, or we will destroy you! He squeaks in his high-pitched squeaky voice.
[spoiler]Attacks cloaked figure: attack roll: 14 (forgot to deduct the 4 armor check penalte I have): http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697622/ Damage: 4 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697630/
Then 5-foot steps to G18, to get some cover from the bush.
Oh and I failed the listen check, horribly:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697622/[/spoiler]
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The crossbow bolt goes sailing over the railing, unnoticed by the assailant. It makes a quick swerve around Cumulo, drawing a battle axe on the way, "You will not escape that easy, weakling." It said as it swung the deadly weapon in a great arc.
[spoiler]Attack vs Sim 1d20+2=10
Damage 1d8+4=10
Attack vs Cumulo 1d20+2=22
Damage 1d8+4=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2697650/)
Cumulo gets an AoO for the movement, and then takes 5 damage.
It moved to C9.[/spoiler]
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Cumulo swings and misses as the dude retreats.
[spoiler]1d20+1=4 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140785)
Shit, I think that attack on me is a crit chance[/spoiler]
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He redirects his spell from the original planned area to account for the cloaked figure's movement. The spell's casting is finished just in time to allow him to leap back enough to avoid the swing from that greataxe, continuing to move backwards to gain quite a bit of distance on the cloaked figure. While saying "Hey now, there's no need for this. I just happened on the scene"
[spoiler]Sleep's target square is now 0-8 ten feet up so the "globe" will only affect the cloaked figure, Using a full round action to withdraw. 12 squares along D(forgot about that 5' step)C-line.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Since he keeps calling us fleshbags, I'm assuming he's immune to the sleep, these actions only take place if he doesn't fall asleep.[/spoiler]
Seeing a spell go off, Marl decides it's time to help these strangers. He moves towards the target in order to be able to use some of his own powers, but he still keeps behind the group of warriors fighting.
[spoiler]Hustle to C12[/spoiler]
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Cumulo steps 5' northeast in order to flank the ringing guy, then punches at his face again.
1d20+3=10 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140832)
[spoiler]If he hits it'll probably do no damage anyway, since this guy seems to be more resistant than normal.
1d4+1=2 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140833)[/spoiler]
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The cloaked figure turns to face Cumulo, “Shall I return the favor of earlier?” It said as it started a large arc.
[spoiler]1d20+2=6, 1d8+4=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2698276/) Swing and a miss.[/spoiler]
The blow misses as Cumulo dodges to the side, and the force of the swing unbalances the figure. It catches itself just short of falling, but its hood fell in the process, revealing its metallic head.
As the fighting continues, shouts can be heard from the nearby towers, "Hey, stop that!" "Call the Watch!" "Murder!" "They're murdering that man!"
[spoiler]Sorry for the lack of updating the combat map, it seems to have confused you...doing so now, edit as you see fit.[/spoiler]
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Sim yells out "Yes! Call the Watch! That warforged with the axe has just murdered someone! And is trying for more!" this was said in his smooth voice while a loaded hand crossbow was drawn. He then proceeds to move forward 30 ft back towards the fighting.
[spoiler]Free action to call for guards, move action to draw loaded crossbow, move action to move back towards the fight 30 ft to C1(retracing half his previous route).[/spoiler]
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Cumulo follows after the 'forged, not willing to let it retreat. His body flares up with silvery energy.
Criminal, you have violated the laws of god and of man! Surrender now, lest I be forced to call down fire upon you!
Holding his holy symbol aloft, a jet of phantasmal flames shoots up, coalescing into a silvery cloud fifty feet above. It crackles with flashes of pale energy, promising rapid destruction.
Did you really think you could get away with murder in front of a vessel of the Silver Flame?
[spoiler]5' step to B9, activate positive energy channeling. OOC, I'm hoping that someone freaks out and gives him an excuse to make a "demonstration" by just blowing up his axe instead.[/spoiler]
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Seeing his opportunity for disabling a dangerous foe, Marl decides to end this threat now.
He reaches into the depths of his minds, and draw upon his powers, creating a slippery floor below the warforged enemy.
He proceeds to reload his crossbow, as he yells: "We shall take you alive, Murderer!"
[spoiler]Move action to reload crossbow, Standard action to manifest Psionic Grease (I now have 3PP left for today), targeting squares C9-D10. He has to succeed on a DC 16 reflex save or fall prone, if he succeeds, he still have to test a DC 10 Balance test to walk in the area. Until my next turn.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]1d20=18 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2700682/)
Cloaked Figure ?
Sim 19
Cumulo 13
Marl 10
One 8[/spoiler]
"We shall see," Retorted the warforged as it gracefully executed another swing at Cumulo.
[spoiler]1d20+2=5, 1d8+4=5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2700709/) And another miss.[/spoiler]
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Sim moves straight east twenty-five feet and side steps south 5 feet. Facing the axe-wielding warforged he asks "Tell me, do you enjoy colors?" Left hand making the necessary somatic motions as arcane words were whispered under his breath. Before fingers were delving into his spell component pouch for a packet of blue, red and yellow colored powder. His hand then thrust out towards the warforged, producing a 15 foot cone of cascading colors just after the powder packet disappears.
[spoiler]Move to D6, cast color spray(Will DC 14). Color Spray round durations (2d4, 1d4=[3, 1], [1]) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2700775/)
XX S=Sim
SXXW ---Cone
Bridge Edge W=Warforged[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]@SV: Um, I'm at B9. You should probably be one square south...[/spoiler]
[spoiler]
NEVERMIND IRRELEVANT
Fine. I'll give him a warning shot first.
Cumulo snaps his fingers and a burning line of fire strikes down, obliterating the battleaxe in the warforged's hands.
I can keep this up for half an hour more. You're in way over your head. Give up and I'll show you mercy.
[spoiler]5' step to C8. Discharge positive energy channeling effect, now at 3/4 turn undeads per day... I think we agreed that it just worked on nonmagical attended items, right?
And the half hour thing isn't technically a lie... it'd only be three strikes in that time, but he could stretch it out that long...
If it matters, roll for intimidate 1d20+3=19 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140988)[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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The axe tumbles from the warforged hands, and he seems to freeze in place.
[spoiler]1d20=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2700801/) Yikes at 5 rounds of stunnedness.[/spoiler]
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Good job. Does anyone have something to tie him with until the guards get here?
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He nods to Cumulo in responce to the praise. "Not I, I'm afraid." He still keeps his Hand Crossbow trained on the warforged.
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Cumulo moves behind the stunned forged, out of his field of view.
Actually, come to think of it, I think I have something.
Cumulo pulls out a nice looking pair of tan-colored manacles.
Help me clamp these onto his arms and legs, would you? I don't want him escaping justice.
[spoiler]DC 16 wis check to turn shapesand into masterwork manacles... 1d20+4=18 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140989) success[/spoiler]
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Now that there's something to secure the warforged with, he puts away his Hand Crossbow before then moving to help with the manacles. "I would like to learn a few things from him first, perhaps we can question him before turning him over to the guards. What are we going to do about the other one?" Nodding to the deactivated Warforged. "He looks in bad shape."
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I'll try to bring him around.
Cumulo channels some healing energy into One Self, but it doesn't seem quite sufficient to bring him back fully. He facepalms.
Right. Warforged. Well, the watch should have something to patch him up.
He brandishes his holy symbol, and his eyes start glowing with silver radiance again. He turns to the bound warforged, staring into his soul.
Now, the question is, why have you cloaked figures suddenly decided to turn to murder?
[spoiler]First spell is Lesser Vigor if it works, otherwise CLW for (1d8+1=5 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140992))
Now concentrating upon Detect Thoughts (via spontaneous domain ACF). CL3, if it ends up mattering [/spoiler]
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"A most dangerous foe this was, Remember asking him about where he gets his orders."
Marl squeaks as he examines the human body, looking for any dragonmarks especially.
"By the way, I'm Marl'Un Gruthi'Kal, but you can call me Marl, most gracious of allies, for a moment there, I'd think the 'forged would get the better of us."
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[spoiler]One gets healed 2.
Cumulo's
[spoiler]First round, yup it is sentient.
Second round, depending on your angle, you could catch a party member, and yup they are sentient.
After three rounds of concentration, 1d20=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2701300/), You get a deep resentment for meddlers and bright colors. A fear of failure, but also a feeling you can't place of the subject. There is a concern about the satchel, which seems to be important, but details are fuzzy.[/spoiler]
The rest of you have two rounds to do something while the mind reading is going on.[/spoiler]
The body is that of an elderly human scholar, who had an unfortunate encounter with the cloaked figure on the rainswept skybridge just moments before you arrived. He is dead.
Identification papers in the dead body’s shirt pocket provide the victim’s name (Bonal Geldem), his position at the university (provost), and his affiliation (School of Pre-Galifar Studies at Morgrave University).
A small pouch hanging on the body’s belt contains 10 silver pieces and 2 gold pieces.
The satchel, obviously well made and stylish, contains quills and inks, six blank sheets of fine Karrnathi paper, a wrapped apple, and a journal.
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And who put you up to this?
[spoiler]I assume I'd get a little more verbalization, since you're supposedly able to use detect thoughts to find command words. Not sure how doppelgangers manage to use detect thoughts so effectively.[/spoiler]
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Sim takes care to move the cloaked warforge's axe a good distance away from him, just in-case those manacles don't hold. He then assists Marl with checking out the dead body.
"I'm Jason, Jason Spencer" says the blonde spiky haired human as he looks through Bonal's pocket and belt pouch.
[spoiler]Bluff (1d20+8=23) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2701752/) [/spoiler]
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As Cumulo asks his question, the warforged seems to become less rigid. It turned its head to face him, with eyes burning with resentment, but it quickly looks away when a shrill blare of a Watch whistle sounds nearby.
[spoiler]Cumulo
[spoiler]An image of a large warforged, tinted green flashes through the warforged's mind, followed closely by one of the rail.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
The warforged turns back, "You only delay us!" It shouted as it made a clumsy lunge over the railing.
[spoiler]1d20=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702192/) Will save vs feather fall[/spoiler]
Another blast of a Watch whistle suggests that the law enforcers are fast approaching.
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He quickly moves to slip the coins and documents into one of his cloak's many pockets before the Watch arrive. Hiding them upon his form for later examination and inspection.
[spoiler]Slieght of HandDocuments(First) and Coins(Second) (1d20+7=26, 1d20+7=26) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702079/)[/spoiler]
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You're not escaping that easily, murderer!
Cumulo jumps off the ledge after the warforged. As he falls between buildings and bridges the silvery clouds follow above, descending like an angry god. Eyes burning, he brandishes his holy symbol at the bound warforged falling below him. The fool should learn to fear the dreadful wrath of the Silver Flame.
[spoiler]Jump check in case this featherfall isn't as good as expected: 1d20+1=18 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140993).
Concentration check for casting DC 15 cause fear: 1d20+8=23 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#140994)
Not sure where I am, z-axis wise, relative to the 'forged. I assume I'm like 10 feet above him or something.
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Looking over the edge, Marl decides he hasn't got wings yet, and that jump would be rather extreme, being the weak-willed coward he is, he decides that's not what he is about to do.
"So what do you think we should do? I don't think the watch will be understanding of our story that a warforged came from nowhere and killed this man, would you think it is time leg it, Jason? Also, the other warforged seemed like he could help us out, should we attempt to get him repaired?"
[spoiler]Yay! Split the Party![/spoiler]
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[spoiler]1d20=3, 1d20=17, 1d20=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702429/) warforged fall goes unnoticed.
1d20=15, 1d20=10, 1d20=6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702434/) your fall goes unnoticed.
1d100=19, 1d100=99, 1d100=7, 1d100=80, 1d100=44, 1d100=35, 1d100=90, 1d100=84, 1d100=98, 1d100=26 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702447/)
Falling distance equals: 582 feet
1d20=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702433/) will save vs feather fall of second bridge
The warforged splats in his third round of falling. 20d6=79 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2702455/)
For sanity's sack the newly reformed sand object hits near the warforged, and stays intact.
It takes you 10 rounds to get to the ground.[/spoiler]
As you go sailing over the railing you feel as if the air is holding you back as you fall. By contrast the warforged below you looks to be going faster and faster until you see him hit a bridge.
[spoiler]Spot of 18 gets you…
[spoiler]You notice a small speck fly off the warforged in a different direction than what you both are falling.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
With your slow decent, you are able observe a group form around the fallen warforged and then get dispersed by a roving patrol of three Watch, who start examining the body, until they notice you in close proximity. To your unfortunate luck, one of the Watch is a warforged.
“What’s all then? Pushing hard working warforged to their certain deaths? I will not have it! You are under arrest for murder good sir.”
One of the other Watch seems hesitant to speak, but does so nonetheless, “But Sergeant Biggles, sir, shouldn’t we at least ask him a few questions?”
“Racism cannot be tolerated cadet. Fear not though, if he is truly innocent the courts will find him so.”
Two males and a female, wearing the green-and-black studded leather of Sharn’s City Watch, emerge from the rain-drenched night. The leader, a powerfully built bald dwarf with a close-cropped beard, steps forward, leveling his crossbow in your direction. The small ball of arcane light, hovering just above and behind his left shoulder, illuminates the area. To each side, a human male and female stand with halberds at the ready.
“Olladra’s bloody nose!” the dwarf curses. “By order of the Watch, drop your weapons and explain yourselves!”
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"Marl didn't do anything!" The kobold screams in his squeaky voice while dropping his crossbow.
"I heard fighting and decided to aid these people against something that seemed like a very aggresive warforged.I assume he was the one that murdered this gentleman." He says while pointing to the corpse of the scholar.
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I'm pretty sure this cloaked warforged was possessed. I don't see any reason why anyone would try to kill a warforged up on that bridge and then jump off when prevented from finishing the job. Why the hell would anyone in their right minds resist the bridge's featherfall? Just ask the warforged up there who got disabled, I'm sure he'll corroborate.
He sticks out his hands to be cuffed.
Still, I appreciate your dedication to justice. Do you mind if I recollect the device I attempted to incapacitate him with before we go back to the station? It was a gift from my coatl mentor, and has sentimental value.
[spoiler]It seems like I should be able to re-coalesce some of the sand as an act of will - maybe just subtract the weight of a normal pair of manacles from my remaining sand and call it good... wait a second, you fall 150 feet in the first round, and with featherfall you fall 60 feet. I doubt the sand would fall faster than the warforged once detached from his limbs, so Cumulo had plenty of time to reform it into something easier to collect, like a parachute or something.
Casting cause fear was predicated upon him featherfalling - I don't have range for it otherwise.[/spoiler]
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Sim puts his hands up, palms out to show the watch members that he is not armed. "We happened upon a dead body upon the bridge, after a few moments of checking it out, we were attacked by a cloaked figure with an axe. The cloaked figure turned out to be a Warforged who has just jumped over the bridge after a short skirmish in which he disabled that warforged." Motioning to One "One of the others who had found the dead body followed him in an attempt to prevent his escape."
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[spoiler]1d20=1, 1d20=6, 1d20=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2703135/) Your diplomacy.
1d20=12, 1d20=19, 1d20=3 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2703134/) Their sense motive.
Even with favorable bonuses, they are sadly not enough.[/spoiler]
“I am afraid not, it will be confiscated until such time as your guilt or innocence can be decided.” Glancing over to the cadet, “Well step lively, I don’t want to miss my afternoon tea.” The cadet produces a pair of metal loops, connected by only a couple links of chain, which is connected to his person. Mean while Biggles bends over and retrieves the statue. It gives a salute to the other member of the watch, “Hold down the fort until back-up arrives, and then get this body off my street. Now then let’s gets moving.” The cadet takes the lead and the five feet of chain between you two grows taut.
The dwarf raises an eyebrow at the kobold’s story, and then the other at the human’s story, “So, you both are saying that a warforged killed this man, ran away, and came back to attack you, and then jumped over the side while someone jumped after him?” He asked skepticism thick in his voice. Looking over to one of the other members of the Watch, “Did someone mark my head, again, or does that sound like one of the wildest stories that we have heard in awhile?” The other two give a small chuckle at the question. The dwarf lets out a sigh be speaking again, “Seeing as I have only your word on the matter, I am sorry to say that a higher source of justice is going to be required in such a matter.” Talking to his helpers, “Take their weapons and bind their hands so we can get back to the bar.”
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"Aye you are correct good dwarf" Says Sim before, while making slow movements, reaches into his cloak to withdraw his hand crossbow while his other hand removes the bolt case from his belt, handing both to the watch officer directed to take his weapons.
[spoiler]Sleight of Hand for each dagger. (1d20+7=9, 1d20+7=11) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2703415/) Hidden eariler before he left for the day.[/spoiler]
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"Well, to me it makes sense, these bridges are protected with magic making it impossible to die from jumping over them, throwing yourself over them would be the perfect escape, since the fall is rather long, momentum could see you end up rather far away or even on a bridge lower down. For a watch looking to protect this city against heinous criminals, this should happen close to every day. Nevertheless, I'm sure you have a gratified system of justice that will see us through." Says Marl, attempting the guards to sweet talk the guards into letting him go, while he hands them his dagger, his 19 bolts for his crossbow, and motions to the rather small crossbow while saying "That is mine by the way."
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The dwarf just nods and then shakes his head, you can hear him mumble, “I need a vacation…”
The other two members of the Watch come up, one take you weapons, while the other put a pair of metal loops, connected by only a couple links of chain, which is connected to his person, onto your wrists.
“Alright, you two get them to the nearest holding cell; I’ll wait here until the medics arrive…” He shook his head again, “…while I get soaked to the bones.”
[spoiler]Unless you plan on trying to run for it after being cuffed, I will jump ahead a small bit.[/spoiler]
Cumulo is taken to a Watch station and tossed in a cell, where his bindings are removed. A few minutes later Sim and Marl are brought in and unbound. Lastly One is dragged into the cell, after the guard closes the door, she pulls out a small stick tapping him with it.
[spoiler]Repaired for 1d8+1=9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2703836/)[/spoiler]
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So, um, you know that maniac who jumped off a bridge to escape justice? Turns out he didn't have a plan or featherfall. The crater's going to take a couple of days to repair.
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Just then a steadily increasing "vrrrrrrr" sound comes from the catatonic warforged, who then rights himself.
"Where is One? What has happened to Gerald?" One looks around frantically. "What is going on?"
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"We are in a holding cell, we were attacked by another warforged after we found the deceased. The warforged escaped to his death appearantly." Says Sim sighing. "Who is Gerald?"
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"One was to meet Gerald there. One assumes that was the nonfunctioning one."
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"So he just jumped us and then suicided? Your sure he wasn't under some sort of spell making him do that?"
"I'm Marl by the way, I attempted to introduce myself before, but the rude watch cut me short, and a falling warforged."
Marl look first at Cumolu, then at One.
"This here is Jason, but what are your names? And what are you doing in Sharn? Except for helping Marl fight Suicidal warforged?"
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I am Cumulo Surrus, servant of the silver flame.
He waits a moment for the rest of the introductions to finish up
I believe I saw a small creature detaching from the warforged midair; possession seems to be a likely cause, though I could detect only a single set of thoughts coming from the warforged. It is possible that it was a nonsentient device creating an artifical geas, or the possessing entity had defenses against detection.
[spoiler]EDIT: That "gets you" earlier on was you rolling for my reactive check, right? Or am I confused again?[/spoiler]
In either case, I believe the crux of the issue is the contents of that satchel. Does anyone know the significance of them?
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"A small creature... Attached to the Warforged? How bizarre. One does not know what that may have been."
kn:Arcana - 1d20+8=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2705928/)
kn:Planes - 1d20+5=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2705929/)
(geez)
"It appears that One is imprisoned with yourselves. And as One has been told, yourselves helped One already. Perhaps we should form a unit for the immediate future?"
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I am currently on a detached assignment for my Order, and will be for the foreseeable future. Given the evidence for a possible supernatural evil at work, I am confident I will be assigned to investigation. If possession or mental control is involved, I would greatly prefer to work with people I'm sure aren't already influenced. Given our shared involvement in the altercation, I believe it unlikely that any of us is.
Given the current, "stretched-thin", state of my Order, I doubt that substantial support will be forthcoming. It would be very beneficial to have some trustworthy allies.
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"Aye, I too think joining forces would be a good idea. I'm curious to find out just what is going on." The spiky haired human has taken a seat near the back wall of the cell.
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You seem like you are not hunting kobolds for sport, Marl will join you, if for anything else, to find out whether this creature uses magic to dominate it's victims, Marl loves investigating magic.
The kobold looks around the room, seeming to remember something
Speaking of magic, now when I brought it up myself, I saw you use an array of powers before, Cumulo was it? Would you mind letting me "borrow" some of your powers, I'm especially looking for something that can heal wounds, since it will benefit our entire group, should you be injured I could cure you right back, well, I believe you servants of the silver flame are granted such powers by divine mandate, am I not correct?
The kobold says while staring at Cumulo through his reading glasses.
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Although you are welcome to attempt to duplicate my magical talents, I doubt that you possess the unwavering devotion necessary to channeling the Silver Flame's righteous powers.
...
It is getting late. I suggest we rest for the no doubt arduous morning.
Cumulo tries to get some sleep.
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Bah, it probably wouldn't work anyway, you aren't a divine magician, however, sleep sure sounds good.
The kobold starts meditating himself into a rest.
He also psionically focus himself.
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After several hours of rest, and no word from anybody, you hear the sound of boots in the hallway. They slowly approach; as they get closer you can see lights in the hallway. When they get close enough, you see it is the dwarf and an unknown face, both in Watch uniforms, the latter is carrying all of your gear. The dwarf produces a key from one of his pockets and goes to unlock the door. “Your patron seems to have cleared up everything, you are free to go.”
[spoiler]You are all healed and rested, you will find all your gear that you had, though you notice it is not all where you left it.[/spoiler]
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Sim takes his hand crossbow and the bolt case, putting them back in their proper positions, the case on his belt and the crossbow stowed under his cloak. He can't help but raise an eyebrow at the individual claiming to be their patron, but remains silent for now.
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I hadn't expected the situation to be resolved so quickly. No doubt you'll have much to discuss with us.
Chauser straps his equipment back on, and forms the coatl statue into a jug on his back with a "swirls of flames" motif.
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The dwarf raises an eyebrow at the display with the sand but doesn't comment on it, "All matters have been taken care of for now, but I have been assured if we have any other questions for you, we will have no trouble finding you."
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Picking up his things, the kobold looks through them, ensuring they aren't damaged, when everything seems to be fine, he starts strapping his armour back on.
A patron? Marl surely is interested in why he would call himself that.
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"One does not know of this patron, as well." One stands up, and will follow the others out the cell.
"Guard, what will become of the remains of the victim?"
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The figure that had carried your gear in stiffens, and the dwarf says, “No patron you say? Hmm…”
[spoiler]If you think you character would be observant enough, a spot check of 10 will get you…
[spoiler]The dwarf’s left hand appears to be edging towards a pouch on his belt, he is trying to conceal this action.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
“Don’t worry about that poor soul; he will be taken good carry of by his house.”
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Sim makes his final preperations to leave along with the others before his attention returns to the dwarven guard and the unknown indivdual beside him. Noticing the guard reaching for the pouch. "I do not believe the others have met our patron yet, do you have something to give us?"
[spoiler]Spot (1d20=18) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2709060/) [/spoiler]
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There are a couple of people who only recently decided to go along with us, and as such to whom the details have not been fully explained. I am certain in due time everything will make sense.
[spoiler]Technically nothing Cumulo's said has been a lie - he's intrigued enough to want to investigate, but not willing to avoid telling the truth.[/spoiler]
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"Huh?" Says the dwarf and then he glances down at his hand, "Oh sorry, just checking the time."
[spoiler]Sense Motive DC 5
[spoiler]He is lying through his teeth, but you sense that he is distracted enough that you could leave without trouble.[/spoiler]
[/spoiler]
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Yes, Time time time. Time is of the essence and we should leave now.
The kobold acts a little confused then looks to remember something.
Although I do feel like we might be forgetting something, something valuable indeed.
[spoiler]Sense motive
1d20+1=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2709422/)
Spot:
1d20+4=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2709425/)[/spoiler]
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"Good dwarf, if you were asked to give something to us, it is your duty to do so." Says Sim still looking at the pouch.
[spoiler] Sense Motive 1d20+6=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2709753/) Diplomacy (1d20+6=11) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2709758/) [/spoiler]
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It was the dwarf's turn to look confused, "Give you something? Isn't all your gear in order?" A worried look crossed his face.
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"No no, I was simply wondering if you had something in that pouch for us. You seemed to go for it when my metallic friend expressed he did not know of the patron."
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"One should interject that One is only eighy-three and one half percent metal, with the remaining being various bits of once-organic tissue, and that is by mass."
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Realization crosses the dwarf's face; he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a small golden orb, attached to a short chain. As he holds it, the top of the orb splits into two pieces rotating to the bottom, to reveal a white softly glowing orb within. "Just going for my watch."
[spoiler]Knowledge (arcane/planes) 15
[spoiler]Your can tell the glowing orb is meant to represent the moon, while the device itself is a means to tell time.[/spoiler]
Knowledge (religion) 15
[spoiler]The device is used heavily by clerics who would be venturing underground or into the Mournlands.[/spoiler]
Sense Motive 15
[spoiler]He is still lying, but about what, is very hard to tell. As well his level of distraction is waning.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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If I'm reading that right, it's high time we were out of here. Let's not keep occupying the time of this civic servant
[spoiler]
Sense Motive: 1d20+5=17 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#141329)
Knowledge: Arcana1d20+3=20 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#141327)
Knowledge: Religion 1d20+3=23 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#141328)
Knowledge: DM's other campaign 1d20+10=15 (http://brilliantgameologists.com/boards/index.php?topic=9144.msg309209#msg309209)... shit, I guess my dude in DDD isn't going to see much clerical healing
[/spoiler]
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"Aye, I agree. Let's go" And with that Sim moves out from the cell and towards the exit, once through the exit he only waits long enough for everyone to rejoin him so that they can move on together.
[spoiler]Sense Motive (1d20+6=25) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710790/)[/spoiler]
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The kobold starts leaving, apparently uninterested in the bauble.
Lunar time is rarely needed, let's get going.
[spoiler]Knowledge Arcana: 1d20+9=29 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710825/)
Sense Motive: 1d20+1=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710827/)[/spoiler]
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Arcana: 1d20+8=24 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710911/)
Religion: 1d20+4=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710916/) <-failed
Sense Motive: 1d20-2=15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2710917/)
"Curious object, there, sir dwarf. Can I examine that object?" He takes note of its construction, and any originating marks.
Whether or not he does, afterwards he gets ready to leave behind the kobold
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The dwarf seems to lighten up at the request but is wary enough to hold onto the chain while you examine the object.
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You exit the building to find the same place you entered from, a small space outside the Watch outpost, which has only one pathway to the rest of the city. It is the middle of the night, with a full moon high in the sky. Though it is late, a fair amount of people are still walking the streets. Besides the two guards at the door to the outpost, there is no one else on the outpost's side of the bridge.
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Delighted by the night breeze, the kobold seems to move faster.
Ah, I've always liked the night, it cools the skin, Jason, do you know where we are going?
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"Not off hand, any suggestions? I'm still rather interested what caused that incident on the bridge." He says lowly while walking across the bridge away from the guard post.
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Whoever it was that claimed to be our mentor obviously had some purpose in smoothing over this event. I suspect we shall be contacted in the near future. If we all meet up in some relatively public area, say, The Shrine of Fathen the Matyr, I am certain we will soon be met.
I am currently making my lodgings at Coldflame Keep. With this late hour, I doubt it will be easy to find a place to stay. If you wish, you are welcome to stay, though the accommodations are somewhat spartan.
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[spoiler]Unlabeled rolls of mystery…
1d20=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2715408/)
1d20=8, 1d20=10, 1d20=8, 1d20=7 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2715399/)
...carry on.[/spoiler]
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A mighty fine offer, it sure beats living on the street, hiding from the watch is rather hard in these upper parts of the city, and down below there are loads of robbers.
They rarely attack me though, looking like a monster has it's perks.
So I think I'll take you up on the fine offer.
The kobold looks very grateful, it doesn't seem often someone has offered him anything.
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A true servant of The Silver Flame would never look down upon a person solely because of their reptilian origin. For, are not the coatls wing-ed serpents? And is not a coatl part of the very Flame itself?
It might be advisable for One-Another to be in a reasonably secure location. If there is a mechanical geas device, whomever is behind it might very well choose you as its next target.
Cumulo heads for Coldflame, with whoever decides to go with him.
[spoiler]Ready to skip[/spoiler]
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Not reptilian, Draconic, am I. There's a significant difference, Coatls are magnificent creatures indeed, but they are not dragons.
Says the kobold as he attempt to keep up with the cleric.
[spoiler]Ready to go as well[/spoiler]
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Sim simply follows along to the Silver Flame keep, keeping a good 10 or so feet behind everyone as he ponders.
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[spoiler]I hope I am not assuming too much by thinking One will follow.
6d6=23 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2717127/) Hmm…let’s say you are about half there, somewhere in the Sovereign Towers. Well that assumes we started somewhere in the Menthis Plateau, as I didn’t see Kelsa Spire in my short search…
1d20=5, 1d20=6, 1d20=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2717066/)
1d20=14, 1d20=13, 1d20=14
1d20=16, 1d20=17, 1d20=6
1d20=8, 1d20=4, 1d20=2
1d20=7, 1d20=13, 1d20=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2717065/)[/spoiler]
As you make your way through the winding pathways of Sharn, headed for Coldflame Keep, you get this feeling of being watched. Cumulo and Sim could even swear they saw a figure in their peripheral vision, but when they turned, no one was in sight.
The crowds have thinned even more with the early hour, with having seen only a couple others traveling the bridges in the past few minutes.
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[spoiler]Hmm…not enough for you, eh?[/spoiler]
You round a corner, continuing on you trek. The feeling of being watched returns. You hear a noise behind you and you turn to investigate, but as before, there is nothing to be seen. To your surprise, as you turn to move on, there is a cloaked figure standing in your path. It has its hands extended and palm up as a gesture of peace. “So you were tough enough to defeat Cutter and smart enough to get out of the Watch outpost…with a little help. Maybe you are competent enough for the job.”
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At first the kobold looks startled, but it soon settles down. Who are you? He squeaks in his usual chatter.
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"Myr, at your service," Said the cloaked figure, with a flashy bow.
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Cumulo tries to recall anything he knows about the stranger
[spoiler]I don't really know what knowledge checks would apply, since I have no idea what creature type or class this guy is - perhaps it'd be best if you rolled them for me.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]1d20+2=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2718829/) failed K(Local), nothing else applies without seeing something of the person.[/spoiler]
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And what service would that be, good sir? I am Marl, pleased to meet you
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I assume you're referring to the warforged supremacists?
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Sim notices the group has stopped just in time to barely avoid walking into the person ahead of him before his gaze focuses upon the cloaked figure.
You know of the warforged that attacked us?
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One does not answer to cloaked things in the night, much less work for them. Tell us more of yourself Myr else One will report.
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"I am but a humble messenger today, nothing more, little one." The figure gave another bow with this comment but straitened quickly when asked the next question, "It is odd one of the Flame would label someone in such a way...As to your inquiry, yes I speak of the assailant. She had been rather bothersome to my employer in recent weeks." A slight chuckle escapes the hood of the figure with One's comment. With hands shaking in mock fear, "Report what? That you were talked to by a cloaked figure that you didn't see the face of?"
Resuming its calm demeanor, "If the small talk is out of the way, I would like to finish my duty." It reached a hand into its cloak and pulled out a thin box.
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When a warforged shouts "Die you flesh-loving traitor", and subsequently attempts murder, it is rather difficult to draw any conclusion other than an involvement of a warforged supremacist faction.
I will concede the possibility local vegetarians have become entirely too militant.
Chauser moves closer, trying to get a decent look at the box.
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“I do not deny that Cutter was a radical of the Lord of Blades, but it still surprises me to hear the phrase from the likes of you.” You can hear a hint of disgust as the figure says this. As you move closer the figure pulls the box back some, “Now, now, lets not get grabby, you should first know this comes with a requirement, ‘All of you, or none of you’.”
For what you can see of the box, it is of fine make, and intricate design.
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The kobold feints disinterest in the box.
Marl knows there's always a catch, tell us what it is. And we can consider it. His voice is brimming with excitement, and his fingers are twitching want to touch the box.
Perhaps the're distinct reasons why a group of Warforged is acting like that. Like perhaps some brigand is trying to re-create the slavery of the warforged, perhaps we should look into this?
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“It is rather simply. My employeer heard of the events on the bridge and cleared up the small matter with the Watch, now she wishes for a small exchange of services, for fair compensation of course. Her only requirement, is that you all take part, seeing as you are all free…for now.” With that the figure tossed the box into the air…
[spoiler]First to post, or whoever you want to catch it, may do so.[/spoiler]
…When you turn you gaze back to where the figure was, there is no one.
As you are able to get a closer look at the box, you see it is a 12x12x1, and has a seal on the lid, which is presently held closed by a small clasp.
[spoiler]Knowledge (Local or Nobles) 10
[spoiler]The seal is that of House Cannith, but it has been altered slightly.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Much to his surprise Sim is the one to catch the box. Holding it carefully in both hands while inspecting it closely yet briefly before slipping it under his cloak.
"Perhaps we should wait until we're in private before giving the box a closer look"
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"That is wise." One looks around. "Where is a place of privacy?"
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The fort the servant of the silver flame spoke off perhaps?
The contents could be dangerous, so we should take our precautions before opening it, it could be a toxic gas for example.
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[spoiler]This looks like a good place for a small jump.[/spoiler]
The remainder of your trip is rather uneventful.
Cumulo leads you to the gates of a rather large, well fortified building, which is more a fort than church. Standing within the gate is a lone armored individual, who so far, has not noticed you.
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Cumulo walks on in.
Good evening. There's been a bit of nasty business going on, so I'm putting these folks up in the spare rooms across from mine for the night. I'll explain the details to Flamebearer Tana in the morning and get his advice.
[spoiler]I'm assuming this is one of the guards - Cumulo should recognize them by now.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]But of course.[/spoiler]
The guard gives the group a long look before returning to Cumulo, "They appear of good heart. They may stay the night, beyond that is up to Tana." The guard then waves the group in.
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As soon as they are in a secure room. The kobold starts yapping.
So, what's in the box?
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I should probably check to make sure it isn't something magically unpleasant first.
Cumulo puts the box on a table with his gloved left hand, waving the others out of the range of his detect magic. Focusing intently, he scans the box for any spells.
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You are able to detect eight faint magical auras, one of which is the seal on the top of the case; the others appear to come from within.
Spellcraft DC15 for each.
[spoiler][spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Arcane Mark :D [/spoiler][/spoiler]
[spoiler]Assuming you open it.[/spoiler]
Within is a folded piece of paper, sealed with wax, stamped with the same seal on the box. Beneath the paper are four identification cases.
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It looks like it's probably a big box of arcane marks. Couldn't pin all of them, but at least five of the eight are. I'll keep the detect up and open the box - they should light up.
[spoiler]
Spellcraft checks
1d20+4=20 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142514)Yes
1d20+4=24 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142515)Yes
1d20+4=15 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142516)Yes
1d20+4=14 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142517)No
1d20+4=21 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142518)Yes
1d20+4=24 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142519)Yes
1d20+4=7 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142520)No
1d20+4=5 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142521)No
Knowledge:local to id marks: 1d20+2=19 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142522)
Knowledge:arcana to id mark : 1d20+3=19 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#142523)
From the SRD:
If an invisible mark is made, a detect magic spell causes it to glow and be visible, though not necessarily understandable.
Oh, and it looks like you messed up your sblock there.[/spoiler]
Anyone recognize the marks?
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[spoiler]You were able to detect the marks; you would technically have to find the surface they are on to see them. I can assume you rummage though…
Sblocks were as intended, two different topics.[/spoiler]
As you flip through the box, you open each of the cases, revealing papers for each of you, including travel papers. Each set of papers carries a seal of House Sivis.
The paper appears to carry the last aura. After breaking the seal, you unfold it to reveal a letter, with a seal at the bottom, identical to the box’s. The letter reads:
“The accompanying papers will declare you agents of House Cannith, use them to gain access to the Gearhead Lounge and find the marked table.”
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Well, these are interesting.
Cumulo passes the papers around for the others to look at.
Anyone familiar with the area?
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Once it does indeed appear the room is secure, he removes the box from the depths of his cloak. Handing it to Cumulo before he steps back as his new companion begins studying the box. He takes a look at the passed around papers before replying.
"I can't say that I am"
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[spoiler]Apologizes, I forgot to leave information.
Knowledge (local) 10
[spoiler]Gearhead Lounge is a House Cannith exclusive tavern, located in the Dava Gate, Middle Wards.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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"House Cannith, they are the artificers, right? I've never payed much interest in these mortals pretending to be dragons.
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"Yes. They are." Curiouser and curiouser...
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So what do we do? Do we accept the task to be their agents? Where is this gearhead lounge located anyway? Couldn't this be a trap? The kobold starts yapping after thinking for a while
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"I'm a bit curious to see where this all ends up, but we should be cauitious. This could indeed be a trap"
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"Hrm. One is curious enough to investigate further, I guess."
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In the morning, I will consult with Flamebearer Tana and ask the Flame about the danger a meeting may bring.
Cumulo gestures to a room across the hall.
I believe there are still repair tools there from the last warforged who visited. If One finds Oneself in need of repairs, they are free for One's use.
[spoiler]Assuming a timeskip here, prepared spells for a new day. Seems likely I could borrow the Flamebearer's divination focus for six seconds, and that a barracks would have the artisan tools needed for warforged reparing. [/spoiler]
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"Ah, One thanks you!" with a clank, he goes towards that room...
ooc: don't actually need repairs, but a toolkit could come in handy in the future.
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[spoiler]Sure, I will go along with the repair kit.
It appears we are agreed on sleeping on it.[/spoiler]
You make your ways to the beds Cumulo has offered you. You sleep "peacefully" with no interruptions...
Day 2
Until dawn, when the devotion bell rings.
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Cumulo goes to his devotions with cheer! You have to be a morning person to serve the Silver Flame for any length of time. He prays for spells in the inner chapel, then heads off to assist Flamebearer Tana with the temple's daily tasks.
As they work, he explains the situation as best he can, answering Tana's infrequent questions as completely as possible. "I find the timing of these events, immediately as I am sent here, far too convenient to be coincidental. It seems probable that the Flame is giving this to me as a trial to ready me for greater tasks to come. As I am inexperienced, however, I will trust your judgment over my own. What is your advice for the road ahead?"
[spoiler]Spells refreshed! I've prepared Omen Of Peril (CD 171), Obscuring Mist, Cause Fear, 2x detect magic, and 1x cure minor wounds.
And of course, assigning the hand of the GM to your deity is a great way to keep the plot relatively on track.[/spoiler]
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"If you, yourself believe these events are more than mere happenstance, then I sanctify your endeavors. I hope only that you watch for the Flame and listen for the Wind." The last of the blessing has you somewhat confused, for Tana had never acknowledged the second aspect before now. The look on his face seems to bring some comfort to you though. "Now go my child, and spread the glow of the Flame."
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As the morning bell rings, Marl starts by meditating for a short time (psionically focuses himself), then dons his armour and cocks his crossbow.
He waits silently for the others to awake.
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Gearhead Lounge - Day 2
The Gearhead Lounge is a small, but well kept, tavern. The large and very detailed carving above the door proclaims it a business run by House Cannith. Outside the doors is a pair of large looking warforged. The second floor extends out enough that they are in the shade.
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Turning to the others from their postion in sight of the Lounge. "All right, how do we want to proceed?"
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Getting entangled with the dragonmarked houses business could be very dangerous. They do hold a lot of power. Marl is uncertain of which course of action he want to take, since the rewards for helping them could also be great.
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Let's choose a course of action - I can ask the Flame how likely it is to be perilous, and we can decide from there. My vote is to follow along with the instructions we've been given, leaving Marl's crystal companion to watch the outside.
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A most decent course of action I say. I just need to hide the crystal somewhere.
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Cumulo waits for it to be done, then casts his Omen Of Peril.
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[spoiler]Hide and move silently check for the spider, along with a vague location.
And for Cumulo’s mental, viewing pleasure…
[spoiler]
Before you even finish casting, the vision grips you. All is dark to start and then the tiniest of flames appears. As you watch, things fall towards the flame. When they make contact, the flame grows. With a rush, the world returns around you, as you finish the last word of the prayer.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Tell me if you are in danger, and of anyone who enters, focus on how many weapons he or she carries, and if he or she carries a book. The kobold transmits to his little friend.
[spoiler]How much bonus do you get to move silently for being an inanimate object? I don't think it needs to be able to crawl around to hide in a bush.
Marl, will hide his crystal in a bush, as close to the roots as possible, but so it can still see through the leaves and register the faces and belts of the people coming in..
Hide: 1d20+14=29 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2782694/)
Move Silently: 1d20+2=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2782702/)[/spoiler]
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If I'm interpreting my vision correctly, we should be able to meet any challenges we face and grow stronger for it.
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[spoiler]I seem to have forgotten a tidbit of description due to the last skip. It is just details about the book that you should have looked over.
This small journal, measuring about 3 inches by 6 inches and 1 inch thick, has a cover of dark brown leather with strands of mithral thread woven in a strange pattern. It bears no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don’t seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.
The journal radiates a strong aura of universal magic.[/spoiler]
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One appears somewhat confused about all that is happening outside, "It is not customary to trust your host?"
Sim gives a sneered reply, "I don't know about you all, but I don't trust anyone."
One gives him a side long glance, not sure what to make of the comment.
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When you are as small as me, trusting anyone is pretty dangerous. Most civilized people love to kill dragons and steal their hoards anyway, why should they make a difference for a dragon such as myself?
He looks from person to warforged to person.
Now, shall we enter?
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"After you." Replied Sim sarcastically.
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Whatever.
Cumulo enters, and takes a look around.
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The warforged on either side of the door turn their gaze to you. As you cross the threshold, you can feel the IDs given to tingle a moment, but nothing more happens, and the warforged remain where they are standing.
In the building the lighting is dimmer than outside. There seems to be a low murmur with all the conversations and activities going on. Roughly half the tables in the establishment are occupied, with the widest assortment of patrons you have ever seen, ranging from blue goblins to winged humanoids. You could swear the top of one of the patrons seems familiar to something you have read about, but as you think that, it turns around. To your shock (or not) is a grey green humanoid, with tentacles coming from its mouth. Its eyes seem to bore into you, and then it turns its attention back to what it was doing.
Each of the tables has a Cannith seal on it, but not. Each is slightly different from the others in its own way.
Other than a few glances your way, no one looks like they are overly interested in you.
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Marl looks around for a mark that matches the mark on the papers given, sometimes jumping to get a good look at the table, since he isn't that tall. He rummage around and tries not to get pushed aside by the larger folk of this tavern.
As soon as he saw the tentacly creature he felt much more secure, if these people allow non-humanoids to work for them, they will probably not mind working with dragons.
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It takes you a few minutes of searching, but you eventually find a table with a seal matching yours. It is towards the back, in the more private section, with each table set into a recess with curtain doors. It is presently empty.
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"I assume this is where we should meet our soon to be employer"
So should we grab a seat?
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Ought to be
Cumulo buys an ale and sits back at the matching table, facing the door. Even if you plunge into action, no point being stupid about it.
[spoiler]Anything I can do to emphasize my "not quite human"ness? This seems to be a monster bar hive of scum and villainy eh let's go with monster bar.
Also, take 10 on knowledges to recognize stuff (and to tell if seeing the place in person has jogged Cumulo's memory about the place)
Arcana: 13
Local: 12
Nature: 12
Religion: 13
The planes:12[/spoiler]
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Marl climbs to the seat, not facing the door. Then remembers that he needs something to drink, after using about 15 minutes of trying to get noticed by the barkeep, he finally comes back with some cheap ale.
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At this point, an eccentric walks in, and is greeted by one or two people upon his entrance. Lifting the goggles from his eyes and leaving them on his forehead, he takes a quick squint around the bar, his eyes eventually setting on a very specific table. He makes his way casually over, saying hi to one or two others before setting in a chair in the private booth. "Glad you made it here alright. I'm Marllow Bell, and I'll be working with you all shortly. I work for House Cannith."
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I'm Marl'Un Gruthi'Kal, but most of you without scales just call me Marl, which I have grown accustomed to. Pleased to be making you acquaintance. The kobold says as he stands on his seat, almost reaching the height of the human with this combined height. Extending his small hand in a gesture as to shake hands.
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One speaks up, "You are the one who called us here then?"
"Hey, gears for brains; he said he would be working with us. Anyone who has gone through all this trouble to stay anonymous thus far isn't going to be doing any of the work." Replied Sim.
[spoiler]Being outside the workings of Cannith Cumulo won't know much about the bar, but he does recall it is one of their more unique establishments, and is starting to realize why (patrons).[/spoiler]
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A tall well muscled man approaches the table. He has a ridiculously over sized sword on his back, a chain shirt, and a helm made of glass or crystal on his head but not touching it. His forearms and calves have long sharp spines on them.
Gentlem.... Humanoids. Are any of your our employer? He holds up a piece of paper that bears the seal matching the that of this particular table. After a moment with no affirmative answer he sighs.
Very well then. I suppose we will either be working together or competing with each other for this job. You may call me Sumabah. (pronounced soomba like the roomba robot)
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-Before Roomba arrives-
I hope you'll tolerate a modicum of distrust from us; for all we know the whole assault could have been a setup. The guards *did* respond unusually quickly, and although Cannith has a good reputation it wouldn't be the first time one of the Houses involved outsiders in some byzantine mechanizations. My oaths do not forbid underhanded activity, but I'm going to need to see a little more information before I agree to go along with you.
Cumulo mentally focuses for a second. The shapesand slowly crawls out of the jug on his back, forming a thin layer over his skin. Nothing obviously noticeable occurs until pale, frostlike markings start faintly covering Cumulo's body.
[spoiler]Wisdom check for shapesand (must beat DC 16)
1d20+4=21 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#147742)
I figure looking less human is probably best in an area like this. Plus, if I'm going to blow half my money on an item, it has to be cool.
[/spoiler]
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Seeming to walk out of no where, a figure starts heading towards your table. Their features are concealed by a well made dark blue hooded cloak. The figure's appearance seems to animate one of the bartenders, as he hurries about, grabbing a few pitchers and glasses, and then rushing over to the table. A simple nod from the figure sends the bartender on his way. The content of the pitchers appears to be ale, wine, and water.
From under the hood a soft but clear voice can be heard, "It would appear you are all here." As the figure says this, they close the curtains around the alcove, and then lowers their hood. The person beneath it is a human female that has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger. "We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, drink what you will." She said gesturing towards the pitchers.
(Knowledge (local 15):
[spoiler]This is Elaydren d’Vown of House Cannith, a cousin of the blood but not an heir.[/spoiler]
"I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom," Lady Elaydren explains. "We were to meet last night, but as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so sent one of my men to track you down." She continues. "The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal..." Her voice trails off. Then she leans close. "Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course."
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Sounds like an intriguing endeavor. I am curious, though, as to who would have a motive in preventing him from relocating the heirloom. Is it possible that someone else has restarted work at the lost foundry for their own ends?
[spoiler]Know:Local 1d20+2=19 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#147743)[/spoiler]
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A look of worry crosses the lady's face, "My contacts have been unable to determine if the murder of Geldem is related to his recent research or just his affiliation with House Cannith. We do know that in either case, the warforged involved in the act was a servant of the Lord of Blades."
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It sounds as if the tin men didn't want this foundry found. All the more reason to find it.
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The worry only increased as she continued, "There is but a minor problem. Geldem never shared with me the location of the foundry, nor was there anything on his person with any clues as to its location."
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"Even I have a small forge workshop within House Cannith's many walls. Did he happen to have a work location in-city? That might be an excellent place to start working on discovering any secrets he might have held. Do we even have authorization to search his belongings, though...." Marllow has an odd way of being quite still and silent, up until a single moment of action. After which, naturally, he sinks quietly back down. Its odd characteristic like that, and his odd way of never seeming to blink often enough, that give him a slightly less-than-human aura.
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Did he have any apprentices or other close confidants who might be helpful? I assume that attempts to extract information from his body proved ineffectual.
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(Isn't noticing Marrlows non-human flaws, because he doesn't blink either)
Searching his belongings seems like a decent plan to follow. If nothing else it could give us a clue to whether they have been searched before.
After that he sits still for a while while he transmits to his psi-crystal: >>Are you allright?<<
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She replies to each of your questions in turn. "He had a small room for housing adjoined to the Morgrave University, but it has been thoroughly searched, by able hands, with no results."
"His last apprentice left his service over a year ago, other than that, I thought I was the only one to truly follow his research. As to questioning his deceased corpse...as disturbing as such an action is, it proved a failure."
The lady sighed, "If only we could find his journal...he kept most of his notes in it...but his killer must have grabbed it while trying to steal his belongings and lost it in the fall."
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His killer was the tin man who tried to fly?
Well my lady I accept you task as an opportunity to prove myself and grow. If the rest of you are in as well I think we should start by searching the area around the scene of the crash.
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"As a member of House Cannith, my participation is not optional, and I serve gladly. Sumabah's selection is sound, and of course any leads on the journal should be investigated thoroughly.
"Is there any other lead we have to go on, m'lady? Just so that we are fully prepared for this task. Even if it is only speculation."
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She gives a nod to your acceptance and answers your question. "Yes, they are one and the same."
"None that I am aware of."
One had been silent until now, unsure if to speak or not, but the mention of the book compelled him to speak, "Didn't we find a bo-" he is cut short as he grunts, and a confused look appears on his metal face.
The lady perked up at One's comment, but questioned its abrupt ending. "Found a what?"
[spoiler]Forgot about your crystal.
>>Many walk by, only one walk in. Bow on belt.<<[/spoiler]
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"Anything you've found will make this go a lot faster. Have you happened across a book?"
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Marl looks over his shoulder towards the door, look for the person with "bow on belt" if the description proves incomplete, he asks for a description of their clothes.
>>Thank you friend, keep me updated, if anyone touches you contact me immediately, so I can protect you<<
He returns to the conversation at hand.
This mystery intrigues me, I am willing to lend a hand if my troubles get compensated. And yes, we should perhaps search and question at the scene of the crash, but I doubt it would be tremendously useful.
Remembering the book Marl says:
Oh yeah who was it that kept that? The one with the Mithril lining, should we take a look on it. It is magical, so useful knowledge could be inside it.
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[spoiler]*Rereads thread* Oh right...Sim has it. :blush[/spoiler]
Sim let out a heavy sigh, pulled reached into his bag, and then toss the book from the day before on the table. "Here." He then crossed his arms, staring dagger at One.
Shock is clear on the lady's face, "You found it! But where?"
"It may have been on the bridge before the Watch got there..." Replied Sim.
Not even seeming to be worried about the last comment, she snatches up the book. Her signet ring and the mithral threads on the cover glow in unison as she takes hold of the small book. When she opens it, the blank pages immediately begin to fill with delicate script and line drawings. She turns to a specific page, studies it for a moment, and then pulls a folded map from inside her cloak. “The location of the lost foundry is deep within the Dorasharn Tower,” Lady Elaydren proclaims. “Fifty-seven levels below the tower’s present-day sewer system. My offer is one thousand gold pieces and the good will of my house if you recover the heirloom and return it to me. Is that agreeable?”
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In for a copper in for a platinum. I already agreed but this makes it even more worthwhile.
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Those terms certainly sound agreeable.
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Having lost any sense of an upper hand, Sim replies, "I suppose, as I am not busy, I could help out."
Seeing everyone else agree to the terms, One pipes up, "I will help too."
"Very good." She pulls out a sack of from her cloak, dropping it onto the table with a loud clink, "You will be needing these as well." She drops two folded pieces of parchments onto the table beside the sack. "If there are no other questions, you may be on your way, don't worry about your tab." She goes back to reading the book as the curtain seems to part on its own.
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Something like this was good for the house, so Marllow was pleased. He noted the feeling mentally, then took up one of the pieces of parchment. "Thank you m'lady. I've been asked to accompany them on this endeavor, so I too will take my leave." With that, he starts for the door, reading the parchment on the way.
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[spoiler]*Flips coin*
The parchment you picked has a sketch of a seven-pointed star device. Small notes are off to the side, but fading has left only one readable, "adamantine".[/spoiler]
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Sumabah follows Marllow.
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Marl follows, activating his Psi-Crystal on his way out and picking it up.
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As One and Sim make to leave, a look of sudden surprise crosses your host's face, "You two," Pointing at Sim and One, "I would ask you to remain."
*Sigh* "What is it now? Did we do something wrong?" Questioned Sim.
"No, there just may be may be more to this than I first thought." Seeing Cumulo still sitting at the table, "Inform the others that these two will not be joining in your venture."
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[spoiler]Trying to bow out the NPC(s). I figure this is a good rationale for him to just sit in the background and provide plot if there's trouble.[/spoiler]
Cumulo flips the appropriate waitstaff a copper and starts heading out.
Excuse me, One, but do you know anyone we can talk to about what Old Gerald was working on? It might be best for you to do a separate investigation - at a sensitive time like this, it might be prudent not to have a bunch of highly visible strangers asking questions. We'd both be working on the job together, obviously, but having us run interference in the riskier parts of the investigation will make your efforts far more effective.
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"One has talked to many on similar subject, but none were conclusive." Replied One.
[spoiler]They may make a reappearance, or at least be mentioned again. ;)
Don’t forget your bag and the other paper.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Was I supposed to call that coin? If so, I call heads, and continue reading the paper.[/spoiler]
"So, what brings you all into this? I'd assume your collective and individual resume's brought you to focus on this task, in which case I'll do my best to support you all." His backpack is oddly shaped, and seems to be constructed with cylinders in mind, as mostly it appears to be a small central sack surrounded with tubes of leather.
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I were attacked by a stranger, who brought me to investigate the matter. Also, making new acquaintances in a city as big as Sharn is always a good idea.
Marl says as he walks towards the exit.
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Cumulo finishes heading to the exit, carrying the stuff.
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You all, minus Sim and One, exit the tavern without incident, finding it still sunny. The warforged at the door give you only a passing glance.
Marl is able to retrieve his companion in short order.
[spoiler]What next?[/spoiler]
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So should we find this Dorasharn tower and jump off the ledge to get down? Marl asks the others.
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57 levels below the sewer is a long way to fall. I don't know if I particularly trust the feather fall of the bridges to last that long. I think we should find a way to climb down, unfortunately that probably means walking in shit.
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"I wouldn't be aware of a stairwell that would aid us, but then again I don't oft make the trip." Marllow doesn't seem particularly repulsed by the idea, but he does seem to look confused everytime Marl speaks.
[spoiler]Just a joke, I keep double-checkign your posts, cause of our character's names.[/spoiler]
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I've heard the bounty hunters will occasionally attempt to collect on criminals hiding down below. I assume that implies a fairly easy method of transportation up and down. Has anyone heard of such a thing?
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"If we can't figure out that part, I've no doubt a bounty hunter would be able to assist us. Alternatively, we could always question likely people, if we can find common enough areas."
[spoiler]Come on guys, let's keep the ball rolling.
Actually, fuck that phrase. Never liked it. Last one to post gets a baneling in the face![/spoiler]
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As I am not from here, I don't know where we should begin searching for a way down there. Are any of you locals?
[spoiler]In before the baneling flinging begins :P[/spoiler]
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I am new to this city; as such, I don't have much in the way of contacts. Either of you know where to start?
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[spoiler]You are bound to look at the objects at some point (hopefully), I might as well detail them.
The small bag contains 100 gold pieces.
The second folded piece of paper is a map to the sewer level of the Dorasharn Tower.[/spoiler]
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As long as going into the undercity is not illegal, I suppose we could ask someone from the watch?
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Cumulo points at the map. Or see if we can get out through this door in Dorasharn tower. Given that it's a sewer there, we'll probably need some protection from diseases... I've heard that serren wood can serve as a protective amulet.
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Pointing at Cumulo, Marrlow states, "Good information, we will prioritize defenses and intelligence. I doubt anyone from my House would have an information on a lower tier, so let us consult the watch. Where could we find this wood, and is it ideal for our budget and needs?"
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Part Two: Into the Depths
Dorasharn Tower - Day 2
[spoiler]1d20=12, 1d100=82, 1d20=8, 1d100=18, 1d20=9, 1d100=7, 1d20=9, 1d100=33 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2929665/)...
Knowledge Local 15
[spoiler]“Rat’s Market” is a colloquial term for a number of floating mercantile concerns that periodically spring up at various places in the lower levels of the city. Most of their merchandise consists of salvaged goods from the sewers and refuse heaps of lower Sharn, although stolen items sometimes wind up in the depths as well.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
You are able to follow the detailed map with reliative ease and without incedent, though the walk takes several hours, leaving it close to midafternoon.
As you near the location marked on the map, the tunnels and corridors start to narrow and and become dark. An occasional window slit looks out upon the crowded walls and foundations of other towers, and infrequently placed torches sputter here and there, giving off pallid pools of light and clouds of smoke. Even so, rough and dirty people crowd the narrow corridors, and the smell of sweat and sewage permeates the stale air.
One tunnel opens onto a large chamber, where a mix of goblins, humans, and shifters gather around a small pile of garbage spread across three rotting blankets. One of the goblins shouts, “No pushing! No pushing! There’s always enough for everyone at the Rat’s Market!”
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Marl smiles as he walks over there to get a good look at all the garbage on the blanket, might be something useful.
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[spoiler]1d20=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2944851/)[/spoiler]
The garbage is of a nice variaty, for garbage, ranging from rotten food to broken tools, but you do spot a few items that may hold a little bit of value. Among them you see a sunrod, a dented bell, a scratched steel mirror, and if you are not mistaken a coil of rope.
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"Do we need any rope?" he yells back to the others. Seeing the sunrod as a rather worthless human toy, and the rest of the things as completely worthless civilized mumbo jumbo.
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It never hurts to be prepared. I say grab it.
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"I wouldn't know much about our climbing needs..." Thankful for the tight strap on his pack, Marrlow tries to stay close to the group without seeming too conspicuous. His House didn't often seek to come down this far, and there were of course the stories of thieves and murderers abound that served as his only knowledge of this portion of the great city. Still, he kept an eye out for anything that might be a rare valuable, or something of use otherwise barred from sales in the higher markets...
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Cumulo is a little uneasy about this area, not having slummed quite so... slummy before. His fingers beat a quiet tattoo against his bracers as he traces the metal studs forming his holy symbol. That an obviously irritated monster of a man could possibly seem intimidating couldn't be farther from his mind.
[spoiler]Not much I'm going to be able to do here. I'm willing to aid another on a gather info check.[/spoiler]
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"How much for the rope, my friend?" Marl says. Looking intently at the goblin with his reptillian eyes.
Also, it should be noted that Marl cares little for his belongings. He is so small almost no-one would be able to reach his pockets without bending over, which would seem highly suspicious.
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"This fine rope?" The goblin reached down and pulled up one end of some dirty rope. It gave a Marl a look up and down, as if sizing him up and then spoke again, "For you good friend, I can part with it for 30 coppers." He says with a smile, exposing some not so pleasant teeth.
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Heh, the rope is worth much less friend. But I will pay it if you can give me some advice as well. Marl says, grinning, revealing his neither so pleasant draconic teeth.
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The goblin folds his arms and squints his eye a bit, "Advice?"
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"We want to go down below, I heard there was good scrapping down there. How far down can we get from here?"
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[spoiler]1d20=6, 1d20=6, 1d20=14, 1d20=2, 1d20=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2949637/)...[/spoiler]
A glint of mischief takes up residence in the goblin's eyes as he replies, "Below, hmm? It has been awhile since I have gone there, and my memory is not what it used to be..."
As Marl and the goblin continue their discussion, Cumulo's eyes are drawn to a cloaked figure across the chamber. It appears to be observing the group, but as the crowd shifts, his view is blocked for a moment and the figure is gone the next.
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[spoiler]No idea who that could be. The cloak-wearer must be worried about rain, and not suspicious at all. Know(local) 1d20+2=7 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#152282)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]
No idea who that could be. The cloak-wearer must be worried about rain, and not suspicious at all. Know(local) 1d20+2=7 (http://www.hwx.it/wizards.com/dice.php?sid=4440#152282)
You haven't the faintest idea who or what it could be.[/spoiler]
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"It's a tragedy what age can do to the mortal mind. It is why I have become fascinated with metal..." Marllow leans over near Marl, trying to keep track of his pockets and pack. He had some soot and grime from the forges, but still was clad cleanly, which worried him. "Metal last so much longer than memories. Or people. Why not rid yourself of memories from below, memories of a few strangers asking about your rope? We could take those off your hands for something more substantial..." Marllow's right hand hangsout in front of him as he leans in, with five silver just barely showing in his grip. "What can we unburden you from, good friend?"
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At first he appears to perk up, apparently pleased with the proceedings, but seeming to realize something, his face turns to a slight glare, "My burdens are few, but my needs are many...both are expensive..."
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Not having realised that the warforged is intending to bribe the goblin just yet. Marl continues.
Well I hear there's a lot of useful stuff down there for a salesman such as yourself. We might bring some of that up for you if you help us.
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The goblin appeared to lighten up some as the kobold seemed to take over the converstation, "If I could remember how to get down there, what would stop me from going myself?"
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walking up to the conversation with the goblin. Well it could be fear, plain old laziness, or just not worth the time for you. In any case we plan on going down there and if you help we may be able to help you out. If you don't help us then we definitely can't help you out.
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"Humph, big folk, all the same, with their insults and empty promises," Replied the goblin with distain. The glare from before has returned, and his grubby arms have become crossed.
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Ah yeah, the rascism of the big folk is something we could discuss for hours. Don't mind my travel companions, they are not used to us little ones. He leans in closer to whisper to the goblin: (I don't think Marl cares if you hear it, he'll apologise later)
[spoiler]Between you and me, the big folk are good for hauling plenty of stuff up from there, and there might be dangers down there that the big folk could help me with. You have my word, that if we bring nothing of value up, I will compensate you for the knowledge.[/spoiler]
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The little goblin scratches his chin in thought, until he speaks again, "15 before we go, as you say there could be dangers and you may not make it out. After you return we can discuss further compensation." He directs the comments towards Marl, but after finishing he looks towards Marllow expectantly.
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A single gold piece comes from behind Marllow's back, and is added to the five silver he holds. He doesn't relinquish his grip yet, however, and indeed pulls his hand away from the cloth as if to leave. "Paying someone to give us work, when the work would consist of us compensating them? Does he take us to be foolish fobs out for an adventure? It's a shame; my House has no contacts this low, and I was hoping for some personal business expansion. I cannot, however, insult my House with such prospects." He speaks softly enough to ensure that it is a whisper to the goblin, and able to be heard by Marl. Both hands go into their respective pockets.
[spoiler]You gonna need a bluff for that one?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]2 bluffs, please.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]HAHAHAHA, okay here goes!
Bluff: 12
Bluff: 9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2963180/)
Alright, fail. My bad.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]1d20+7=9, 1d20+7=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2963289/) he buys it...but I doubt it is the desired effect... [/spoiler]
With the mention of a House, people are starting to stare at the group. It also seems to agitate the goblin as he starts to shoo you away, "I will have nothing to do with any House's business, now go, our business is concluded." With that he starts to pack up his stuff. After he finishes, he heads deeper into the allyway.
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That's one thing he still had yet to understand as a human. Though his kind had personal dislikes, none of them had the cowardice to run from these qualms like the more mortal-kin did. A slightly confused look on his face, probably misread by those seeing it, crossed his ace as he turned back to the group. "I apologize, I hadn't expected such resistance. I think I should refrain from diplomacy in the future..."
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Oh well, let's look for that way down.
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"It would probably be best if we stay in a group. I apologize again, should I have attracted any unwanted attention to ourselves." Marllow pulled his coat closed around himself, and adjusted the blast goggles on his forehead.
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Big folk usually do that, don't feel bad. Marl says in a misguided attempt to cheer Marllow up.
Now, who has the map? Would be nice to know where we are heading.
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He is a goblin. They are so far from enlightenment I doubt any of his kind could achieve it even if there were instructions. I'd check your coin purse and then lets follow that map.
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The map shows four paths leading from the improv market, the one you came in, one to the left, one to the right, and the way the goblin went. To your misfortune, the maps ends but a short distance down each path.
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Following him is probably a bad idea. So tails is left? Marl says as he flips a copper coin
[spoiler]1 = heads, 2 = Tails. 1d2=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3008397/)[/spoiler]
Well I guess it's tails, so let's go left first? Marl says as he starts to walk in that direction.
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"I concur; so let's press on quickly enough." Marllow was beginning to feel as though this was not the place they particularly wanted to be, even in such a large group. He follows, his eyes open and ready.
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Let's get going.
Cumulo follows behind, looking tough.
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[spoiler]1d20=10, 1d20=3, 1d20=10, 1d20=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3025668/)[/spoiler]
With little in the way of knowledge of this area, you proceed forward blindly. The path twists, turns, and branches off as if built to be confusing. Needless to say, after about ten minutes of exploring you all are thoroughly lost. It is at this point that Cumulo and Sumabah get an eerie feeling of foreboding events to come.
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Something is wrong. In the pit of my stomach I feel it. Sumabah will slowly draw his over sized sword eying their surroundings warily.
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Marl looks around as he remembers that he is focused, and draws his crossbow. While move to hide behind the nearest pile of rubble.
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Marllow lets his hand fall loose. One hand went to his crossbow, taken off his belt lightly, the other went to his pocket with the screwdriver. "We shouldn't let paranoia get the better of us." He still remains on guard, but if there were attackers, better to not let them think there was a ready-foe. He slowly makes his way behind the sword-bearing teammate.
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Back from the way you came you can hear raised voices, "They went this way." "I can't wait to get my hands on these rich fools' purses, we will be able to feast for days!" A commanding voice pipes up, "I don't want another word from you lot, we may need all the edge we can get. You two, get up there so we can get a better view." With that the voices fade.
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It sounds as if someone is about to be beaten and robbed. I suspect they may intend that to be us. Sumabah grips the handle of his sword a bit tighter.
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Whispering to his teammates, he asks, "Should we continue onward, or meet them and surprise them?" At the same time, he seems to be hiding against nearby scrap as well as he could without practice.
[spoiler]Hide: 19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3041828/)[/spoiler]
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Cumulo responds "I say we spring their ambush on them, and overwhelm them with a display of power. If we can frighten them to the core, they will certainly reconsider their criminal careers.
[spoiler]Cumulo resorts to intimidation too easily. Perfect time to show that.[/spoiler]
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After a moment there is some scratching sounds and a couple grunts of efforts coming above you. Not long after a pair of small wrinkled heads pop over the top, surprise was clear on their face as they called behind them, “Uh boss, I can see them…but they can see us too…” There is some cursing from the other side of the wall, followed by heavy foot falls.
[spoiler]You have a pair of goblins 30ft up the wall, on a ledge, more on the way.
1d20=12, 1d20=18, 1d20=19, 1d20=8, 1d20=9, 1d20=10, 1d20=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3050192/)
Marl 22
Marllow 21
? 20
? 11
Cumulo 11
Goblin 10
Sumabah 8
Marl is up.[/spoiler]
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Marl will keep hiding in his corner, and delay his actions by 10 to see if anything comes around the corner to fight the group.
Hide
[spoiler]1d20+10=21 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3050700/) (counting as tiny really has it perks when you don't want to be seen :D)[/spoiler]
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Draw crossbow, ready an action to attack one of the roof-dwellers with his crossbow if aggression is instigated.
I'm assuming my charrie at least thinks he's hidden after his hide check.
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The heavy foot falls continue to get closer until a brute of a bugbear and his two hobgoblin flunkies round the corner.
When Cumulo gets a clear view of the bugbear he unleashes his wave of fear.
The bugbear looks around wide eyed in fear, "Do you hear that?!"
The goblins and hobgoblins looks at him stupidly, "What is it boss?"
[spoiler]Marl 22
Marllow 21
Cumulo 20.1
(5) Bugbear 20
(3/4) Hobgoblin 11
(1/2) Goblin 10
Sumabah 8
Cumulo's readied action goes off, 1d20+1=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3056820/), and the big lug fails his saving throw...1d4=1 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3056852/), now frightened, but he is out of movement for the round.
1d20-1=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3057225/), sure, he is panicked as well, nothing changes for his actions.
1d20-1=0 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3057232/), oh his buddy is shaken as well.
Sumabah is up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Since he's within 20 feet, he activates my frightful presense as well as the cause fear.
Benefit: When you charge, make a full attack, or cast a spell that either targets an enemy or includes an enemy in its area, you gain the frightful presence ability for that round. Each enemy within a 20-foot radius of you must succeed on a Will save (DC 10 + 1/2 your character level + your Cha modifier) or be shaken for 1 minute. Regardless of its success or failure on the saving throw, any creature exposed to this effect is immune to your frightful presence for the next 24 hours. This is an extraordinary morale effect.
DC 11 will save to see if he progresses to panicked[/spoiler]
Leave your criminal ways behind, while you still draw breath. And don't even think of assaulting a priest of the silver flame again.
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The bugbear starts stuttering incoherently. Meanwhile a fearful hobgoblin tried to get its leader's attention by shaking him, "Boss...what do we do?!"
[spoiler]Sumabah is still up.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sorry didn't notice the update in the thread.[/spoiler]
Yes! Give up your criminal ways. If you don't wish to surrender, come down here so I can beat you as your mother should have.
Ready an action to attack if any of them come in range.
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Slightly confusedly, Marllow holds his action and his tongue, hoping his allies could diffuse the situation.
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Marl keeps hiding, not thinking that he should do much intimidating. The one or two times he's tried that it ended in a lot of laughs, which is not what he wants right now. So he stays put and tightens the grip on his crossbow.
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Panic stricken the big brute gives a cry of fear, turns and then flees.
Its cohorts stare wide eyed, apparently lost on what to do now.
[spoiler]5 and 3 have run away.
Marl 22
Marllow 21
(5) Bugbear 20
Cumulo 19
(3/4) Hobgoblin 11
(1/2) Goblin 10
Sumabah 8
Cumulo is up.[/spoiler]
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Your leader just decided to rethink his priorities. I suggest you do the same before I'm forced to make an example.
Cumulo continues along the path, walking as if he hadn't been interrupted by anyone or anything.
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[spoiler]Broken color tag.[/spoiler]
The closest hobgoblin, already stricken with fear, doesn't need to be told twice as he rushes off yelling as he goes, "Boss, wait up!" The others are close on their heels.
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Once they're out of sight, Cumulo accelerates to a decent hustle
While I hope putting the fear of god into them will suffice, change from without is never as effective as change from within. Best not to tempt them again, and let them internalize the lesson.
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"Lesson or not, it was quick and cost effective." Marllow nods his head, indicating a newfound respect for his ally. "I agree; let us not tempt them further, and hurry along as best we can..."
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You sure can be persuasive when you want to. Marl comes out from his hiding and struggles to keep up with his short legs. I hope you don't mind me hiding too much, but I'm really not the intimidating sort. I had my crossbow cocked and aimed at them all the time
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The group moves on, taking twists and turns to a seemingly random order, still being no closer to knowing where they are.
Soon what little light was coming from the sky starts to fade, signaling the day coming to an end, just then a squeak of fear is audible from ahead.
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Crossbow still in hand, hidden under his cloak from their last encounter, Marllow gives the rest a look as if to confirm the sound's presence. When he sees a response, he slows his walk slightly, tightening the grip on the handle of his weapon.
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Sumabah follows closely behind and prepares to strike with his sword, should any thing attack us.
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As you round the corner you can just catch the sight of a small goblin before it goes running around the next bend, running in fear. It looks a little familiar.
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Have we been here before or is that just the same goblin running away, could this be a new ambush then? Marl says as he walks closer to the wall and the shadows.
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[spoiler]Make a survial check if you care to see if you know if you have been there before.[/spoiler]
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You follow another few twists and turns, luckly there are no turn offs, when you hear a clatter and light thud up ahead.
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[spoiler]Make a survial check if you care to see if you know if you have been there before.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Bah, "Sorry, SMF was unable to connect to the database. This may be caused by the server being busy. Please try again later. " interferes with my forum script.
I'm sure I tried posting in this thread earlier.
Anyway, take 10 to get a 14 on survival untrained (pretty sure that's allowed - AFB)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Your semi-competent grasp of navigating leads you believe that you have never set foot on this spot.[/spoiler]
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"These mazes are extensive. Half a wonder why none of the guilds have taken to mapping their passages out..." Marllow experiences the second time awkwardness has ever set in on him. The first was when he first came to the guild. He considered himself useless then too.
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Marl is not much for finding his way in these manufactured caverns, give me a natural cavern any day of the week. But here, bah, too much hewn stone. Lets find out what is up ahead? Marl Says as he sneaks forward.
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Up around the corner you find a field of heavy debris. One of the large pieces of debris appears to be moving, but as it rolls over, the face of the goblin merchant is revealed. There is panic clear on his face as he cries in dismay, "Please don't hurt me! I didn't know they would attack you!"
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"No, but it was by your insistence to not help that we were forced to wander into their feeble trap." Marllow didn't seem to be taking a particularly hostile position, though it occurred to him just after he said it how much like a veiled threat that sentence had seemed.
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I think you owe us an explanation of how to get down, my friend. Marl says as he lowers his crossbow. We're not out to kill anybody, although I can't stop my bigger friends if they want to, we are just looking around.
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Panic turns to hope with the outlet of salvation, "Anything to remain unharmed!"
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Well, in that case, it should be fairly simple for you to help us find what we're looking for. And then we'll be out of your hair - I'm sure if we hung around the area it would be bad for business.
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After actually being told where you are seeking, Skakan becomes quite relieved. He then reassures the group that he knows exactly where it is and eagerly urges you back the way you just came from. A couple turns later you come to an intersection, Skakan rushes down one of the passages you had elected not to take. As you hurry to keep up, you start to enter a total enclosed tunnel, that’s when you see the little goblin waiting for you by a large bundle of pipes. Skakan points out a narrow passage that leads to a staircase that descends deeper into the tower.
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Well he looks trustworthy enough.
Thank you, Skakan.
Cumulo proceeds down the passage.
[spoiler]Sense Motive 1d20+5=24 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3172597/)[/spoiler]
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"If this lead was any good, it would seem that the debt is paid. If it IS good, we wont forget that you did us this favor. Thank you... you may go about your way now, unless you have something else that could help us?"
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Lets be on our way then, shall we?
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[spoiler]Cumulo[spoiler]He appears truthful, but still worried.[/spoiler]
Did you mean that to be colored, Mixster?[/spoiler]
The little goblin gives a stiff nod and then breaks for it, not even looking back.
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He's nervous, but on the level. For the moment, he's probably more worried about us than anyone else. I'll take point.
Cumulo focuses on the sand around his arm, until the solid coating splits into a coil of long, metallic twine with a clamp on the end. He lights a candle, then lowers it into the darkness as far as he can, looking at the path below.
[spoiler]Spot check 1d20+4=16 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3174825/).[/spoiler]
Seeing nothing particularly untoward, he continues down.
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My eyes see well in the dark, I can scout ahead if you want me to. Marl suggests with a smile.
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"I'll follow your lead, then."
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With each step closer, the odor of mold and sewage becomes stronger, and you can hear liquid sounds increasing in volume. The light from the candle reveals a simply made tunnel, big enough for humans to pass single file. It descends 25' before coming to a landing and making a right turn. There also appears to be numerous cobwebs and bits of ragged cloth handing from the ceiling, which may obscure lighting.
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Marl scouts 40 or so feet ahead of the rest of the group, keeping to the cover and shadow at the edge. He uses his darkvision (60ft) to spot any threads before they arrive, as well as keeping an eye on the group. He will pick up a piece of cobweb to find out whether he knows anything about it.
[spoiler]Hide: 1d20+10=27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3176866/)
Knowledge Arcana or Psionics: 1d20+9=13 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3176866/)[/spoiler]
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The cobwebs stick to you, resisting your attempts to remove it from your hands, but otherwise appears to be just regular cobwebs.
Having reached the landing you can see the stairs continue for another 5' down before running into 10' of running water. There is a grate visible in the water to your right. It blocks passage that way. Every few seconds you can hear some mechanical grinding, a hiss and then a rush of water.
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Marllow looks at the floor, ceiling, walls, listens intently every which way, and generally seems to be trying to analyze something...
[spoiler]
Knowledge (Architecture/Engineering): 15 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3181402/)
Intention is to try and figure out what that sound could be, if it's the hiss of a boiler as he suspects, and if so if he can logically infer what it might do.
[/spoiler]
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Marllow[spoiler]The lack of steam and heat leads you to believe that it is not boilers, but it might be hydraulics.[/spoiler]
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"Well, to whom it may concern, it sounds like some sort of hydraulic system controlling water flow below. I doubt it's a trap."
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Could be an elevator of some sort. I imagine anyone who makes the journey regularly wouldn't want to climb every time
Cumulo steps down to the bottom of the ladder and takes a look around.
[spoiler]See anything? Spot check and listen check
4(1d20) +4 = 8; 5(1d20) +4 = 9 (http://dice.brainclouds.net/Result.aspx?ID=M3WBYPCA)[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]They are stairs. :p
Will you be going in front of Marl or stop on the stairs behind him?[/spoiler]
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Marl will keep his lead as he sneaks ahead.
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Marllow, on the other hand, as a squishy, will be behind the lead.
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Stepping into the disgusting sewer water, you discover it is only two feet deep. From your new vantage point you are able to see the tunnel widens in the next section. The widened area has raised sides, each with water worn grooves below metal circles. Just then one of the circles opens, revealing itself to actually being a metal iris valve. When the valve opens, there is first some mechanical grinding, followed by a hiss and then a rush of water, it then closes. As you watch other irises open and close, but you are unable to discern any pattern.
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We should probably make sure we don't fall into those valves, suggests Marl. Anyone got something to make sure that doesn't happen?