"From shame and shadow, recast. In black and gold, reborn." - Creed of the Order of the Black Sun.
All of you are veteran members of an elite secret Waterdavian anti-terrorism force called the "Order of the Black Sun". This organization is highly classified and it's sole purpose to to intercept and eliminate all Dark Elf incursions on the surface world. How you got involved in the organization, and what you do for the team, is for you to decide. Due to the nature of your assignments, having a loved one, or a family, is difficult. In your own special way, you are all trained killers, through and through. All of you have worked together for about a year or so.
This adventure begins in the frontier town of Rybalka in winter. Tonight is the longest night of the year, where the population celebrates a time honored tradition called the "Vigil Of Light". You have been sent to this remote location on orders by your Commander. Intelligence reports that Dark Elves have been known to attack this town during this cherished time, so it's time to do what you do best. Our adventure begins with you already at this location, under the cover as lowly adventurers.
A young half-elven woman, appearing to be in her early thirties, sat on her knees in front of the grave. Behind her, the ruins of a village that had burnt to the ground years ago stood silent and deserted. She wore a form fitting black leather uniform that hid a wiry, muscular physique underneath. On her chest, a small symbol of a black sun was proudly displayed. Her hair was brown, and her eyes were magically green - the result of a union between man and divine. Her skin was tan, the result of years of being in the sun, and despite the crisp uniform, had traces of rolling around in the mud on her skin.
"Hi daddy. I'm sorry I haven't been out to visit you as much as I have. Lots has changed since the last time I visited you. I know that's not an excuse, but. I left the Misfits. The whole thing with..you dying, and..mother, and.."she trailed off. "I needed space. I thought I understood them, and, I thought they understood me. Well, in the end, I was wrong. I was wrong about them, and maybe, even, about myself. So, I didn't return. I didn't even look back. Mother gave me a hard time, trying to get me to conform to her divine plan, and I hid from her for a bit."
"I stayed in Waterdeep for a while and made new friends! They treated me very kindly. They liked who I was, accepted me, and made me feel valuable, and special. I felt like I belonged. They didn't care I had quirks, or silly notions and feelings, they understood me. We found a whole bunch of money! Feliara even tried to give me a bath! Can you believe it? I turned into a hamster and she got so mad!"she giggled. "I miss them very much. Mother appeared again and we fought - I had to run away again because I was afraid she would kill my new friends. That made me so very sad. I don't want to fight with mother, daddy, even though she doesn't love us, but she won't leave me alone. I'm afraid she's going to kill me and everyone I love. I just can't do this by myself."
"That's when I joined the Order. Can you believe it? An actual secret military organization. Me! They taught me to read!"she squeaked. "Ooh, oops! It's a secret organization. Don't tell anyone! That was the day I met a new bunch of friends! I like them! One of them is big and strong, huge muscles! Like Misha! Remember her? Mock can lift me over her head like i'm a stick! Another one is a big lizard! A yawn-tee! Zhsskifizktk, or something. Hah! How neat is that! Another one doesn't say anything, just sits quietly in the shadows. And then there's Raza, and Arora! They treat me like a sister, like family. I'm going to stay with them for a while, and get strong. And then..well." Kasha soured a bit, in her voice and in her face. "And then mother and I are going to have another..talk.
"I'm tired of running away. How many times am I going to have to say goodbye to my friends?"
She sat there and pondered the question for a while. Then, with one smooth movement, she rose and left a flower on the grave.
Daewen, glum as ever, saunters into the Order of the Black Sun's headquarters. After shutting the door behind her with a quiet <snick>, she turns to head down the hallway towards the research library when she notices a crowd gathering around the main bulletin board. Intrigued as to what may be causing the hullabaloo, she quietly pads over to the board and slithers between the crush of bodies to get a spot in the front of the crowd. Peering up at the board (grumbling inwardly that once again, the leaders assumed everyone was tall...ignoring us right-sized folks), she quickly reads through the hastily printed intelligence report about the expected Drow attack at the upcoming Vigil of Light. Perking up quite a bit, a broad smile crosses her pale face! Ahhhh, she thinks, another chance to observe and collect for my precious Raven Queen! Yessssssssss, this tidy little adventure will do nicely.
At the bottom of the note is a listing of names of Order agents assigned to the mission. Daewen frowns when she notices her name isn't on the list. About to stomp off in disgust, she re-reads the list again, and notices that she's on there, but some idiot misspelled her name Deewon Fell. Grrrrrrrr (internally, of course, since she technically can't make any vocalizations).
Shoving her way through the legs of the crowd, she quickly scrambles back to her apartment and grabs her pack and stuffs it full of supplies, including plenty of ink and paper in order to communicate with the rest of the team who will be on the mission. Finally, stuffing a day-old slice of pemmican into her mouth, she runs out the door and back to the headquarters, where she meets up with the other agents who were assigned to the mission.
Cocking her head to the side a bit as though she is listening to someone, Raza fiddles with the ends of her hair, her expression changing to one of annoyance. “No, it’s not like that.” She mumbles to no one in particular. “I’m not having this conversation anymore!” She growls, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, her tail flicking back and forth with irritation. Turning her focus back to packing for the upcoming mission she lays everything out on her bed looking over her belongings, mentally ticking off each item. “I said I—yes, Kasha will be there, so will Mock, Arora—yes the usual crew! Now, let me pack!” The spirits were driving her crazy today, not giving her a moment of peace! After placing all her items in her bag, she kneels, sitting back on her heels and places her hands in front of her face, their backs touching. She clears her mind and focuses on her breath. “My Lord and Master”…she begins…”I set forth to continue the work you have required of me. I humbly ask that you grant me and my companions your blessing as we help to bring those, whose time has come, to the spirit world. That they may transition to the next part of their journey. As always, I am your faithful servant.” Raza rises gracefully to her feet, shoulders her pack and checks her weapons. Exiting her room, she heads to meet the others, looking forward to spending some time with them.
Arora was seated at a dark corner table at the local tavern/inn at Rybalka. She simply watched as the crowd grew larger and noisier as the evening took hold. There was much laughter and rejoicing from the patrons as they were already looking forward to the upcoming Vigil of Light celebration. On her table sat a pint, thats was about half gone, and just to the right of it an official letter of some kind - the letter was sealed in black wax with a symbol of a sun on it. She was already certain of what the letter held but was a bit apprehensive as to who she would be working with this time... her mind wandered back to her last orders where she was teamed with a bumbling idiot of a cleric that eventually got himself killed due to his lack of listening skills - he always rambled on about Sune and following Sune and Sune this and Sune that.... He's probably better off now anyway she thinks to herself. Her hand finally reaches for the letter and she picks it up nervously. I do hope it's the old team she thinks, I have grown quite fond of them. Slowly she tears open the seal and pulls out the orders. She reads them carefully and then sees the team assigned at the bottom of the orders - Kasha, Mock, Arora Raine, Deewon Fell, Nephvir Krisleth, Raza Tyrword, Zhisshikassa, and Centurian the Squad Leader (of sorts). A smile crossed her face, it was the old crew... but wait, she looked again... Deewon Fell, she laughed a bit and shook her head "oh, she's gonna kill them for that" she mutters under her breath. She refolds the orders and puts them away in a pocket. Leaning back in her seat, she grabs her pint and continues to enjoy the 'people watching' as the evening goes on - a slight smile on her face, knowing the company she would soon be keeping.
“No, no, ya gotta hold your fist like this.” A large blue tiefling crouches beside a small child and coaches them into balling their hand into a fist properly. “Otherwise you’re gonna break all your fingers, and that makes stealin' things awfully hard. Trust me.”
The kid makes a noise of agreement, and Mock stands from her crouch with a quiet grunt. The latest injury of hers on her thigh still liked to remind her it was there from time to time. But she ignored it as she usually did - just another scar to the list - and crosses her arms over her chest, nodding at the kid. “Lemme see it again.”
A small punch, much better executed than the last. “Perfect.” She bares her pointed fangs in a smile at the child and pats the top of her head lightly. “Now go beat the snot outta your brother. I gotta go back to work.”
Her smile softens a little as she lets the little street urchin hug her legs before running off. That soft spot was going to get Mock in trouble some day, but she had a hard time just ignoring it. They reminded her too much of herself back when she’d been, well, tinier. And if the young urchins around these parts could fight a little better at the end of the day… well, it’d let her sleep easier at night.
Mock shakes off the memories and rubs a hand against the back of her neck. The tattoo on the back of her neck was small and dark, hidden beneath her hair and mostly disguised against her dark blue skin. But she rubs her hand against that little black sun and remembers where she’s at now. Remembers what she’s got now. That little ball of rage that's always curling in her chest almost seems to sing at the thought of the fights they'd left behind and the fights ahead of them. A crooked grin grows on her face, and Mock straightens the battle axe slung across her back before striding down the street.
Much could be said about the parallels that could be drawn between city life and the wilds in one singular term; urban jungle. A place where might drives all. Power fuels the combines of whatever engine drives the river of gold flowing from one person's pockets to another. Zhisshikassa fits right in; much like Yuan-Ti society, the strict hierarchy denoting the Orzhov reminds the Pureblood of his former life. The cities aren't very different from the jungles, really - all fall under the basic premise of predators and prey. The weak were consumed by the strong. Only the strongest reap the combined benefits of the fallen - or so the Orzhov said when Zhisshikassa climbed the ranks with merciless precision in executing heists, robberies, and murders, actions as cold as the blood that runs within the Yuan-Ti.
A figure draped in an obscuring cowl slinks through the hubbub focused around the Order's bulletin. Beady, crimson eyes cast a dull glance over the listed board. A hissing sigh escapes from the shrouded darkness beneath the hood - hadn't he scheduled dismissal from their ranks? Last week's recon mission had concluded in a success. The Drow were supposed to have been quelled. And they are asking for yet another preventative excursion? In the dead of winter? Zhisshikassa rubs the thin muscles cloaking frail joints - he was a cold-blooded creature in more than one way. Staking out - on the coldest damned day of the year, no less - was problematic. His eyes dart lower to peruse the names of all those joining. His 'friends'. At least, they called 'Zhi' a 'friend'. Fools.
Zhisshikassa whirls around, cloak fluttering with the sudden movement. He bundles the garment closer. The weather of the jungles was much kinder for one of his kind. He clutches his component bag with a clawed hand before rolling his eyes - his supplies were depleted from rendering the minds of half a dozen Drow last week all but useless. Pity. What a shame half of his companions behaved the same way normally. Zhisshikassa returns from the small corner he lays claim to in the complimentary bunks offered to Order members - coincidentally, the one closest to the fireplace - and swiftly strides through the main foyer and out to the crowded streets below. He had someone to meet.
The hooded Yuan-Ti shuffles through the narrow alleyways running like a spiderweb through the underground districts of Waterdeep. The forest canopy of the regular, clean abodes in the higher districts blocked the political interests - much like the sun - from reaching the cracked streets below. Zhisshikassa expertly winds through twisting alleyways and paths, eventually finding himself besides a bridge the Orzhov frequent as a meeting point for their operatives. Many goods and items have made their way from one pocket to another in this area. Blood flowed like gold, too.
Another cloaked figure stands, back to the water, a cigar pinched between two fingers. The Yuan-Ti walks forward and gestures in the sign of the Orzhov. A nod passes between the two. "Reports from our superiors?" Zhishikassa rasps, voice hoarse and drawn out - as if a snake had learned to speak. With an Abyssal accent, of course. What else? The man chuckles and takes a drag of the cigar. "No news, only questions. Mainly, are you going to be holed up with the Order for any longer?" A hand draws from beneath the folds of Zhishikassa's cowl, clutching a notice delivered directly to Zhisshikassa's personal quarters. "To my great displeasure, it seems apparent my return shall be delayed. An attack is rumored to commence in the town of Rybalka. Once the threat of the Drow is quelled there, I shall return," he hisses, clearly irritated with the situation. He had been ordered to deal with the situation. He was beginning to suspect someone higher up in the Orzhov was preventing him from returning to his duties. "Well - don't let me stop you," the man chuckles, tossing the cigar over the bridge. It fades with a sizzle. A moment passes. "Keep up your good work. Next time, don't let someone follow you." The hooded man points towards a window - Zhisshikassa swivels around to catch a fleeting glance of someone disappearing from view and rapidly scuttling away. The Yuan-Ti releases another irritated, hissing sigh. By the time he turns around, his contact was already gone. A blur of movement shows Zhisshikassa fading into the shadows, arcane energy leaping to quicken his step and shroud him from view. Whether it was a Xanathar, Dimir, or any other upstart crime organization spying on him, it didn't matter - today was the last day they would live. And tomorrow? Zhisshikassa would pack colder, plainer clothing. He would be going undercover. In Rybalka. The thought sent a chill down the Yuan-Ti's spine - not because he was scared. Not because he was afraid. But because it was literally cold. He could already feel his cold-blooded muscles lock up from frost.
Nephvir received the letter with the usual Sun seal of the Order delivered in the usual way, under the marked brick in his dead drop. A smile came across his face as he played a game with himself, "What is it now, who has pissed off whom, who needs elimination... hmmm. What needs to be lifted?" He artfully took the letter and replaced the brick, slipped out of view. He alllowed himself to open it and read it back in his room, safe from prying eyes. "Rybalka... really? Wouldn't have picked that... wait a minute... Drow? Excellent, count me in. I would love to slash every last one of them to bits." He had barely finished reading when he started to pack, putting the letter carefully into a hidden pocket in his leather vest.
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Nephvir "The Cat" Krisleth hides in the shadows as he enters the Thirsty Serpent Tavern in Rybalka. If you were observing, you would see (or likely not see) a bald high elf, with a scar over his left eye, in leather armor with a rapier and dagger at his side slip into the shadows, timing his movements when others were distracted, using cover to his best advantage. He slips up to the table where Arora was sitting, wanting to play a game with her. He crouches down in the shadows next to the table and carefully urged his letter onto the edge. He moved back and observes whether it was noticed. Finally, when the suspense was too much, he sends a message to her, "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" Not waiting for a reply, he scoots quickly out of the shadows and slides into the seat next to her, laughing as he sits down. "So, I see you got it too? Good to see you, "fellow adventurer". Have you seen anyone else yet?" He grabs an ale and sits back is his chair, keeping out of the candle light, sticking to the shadows out of habit.
Daewen spies her good friend Mock teaching the little ragamuffin how to box, and a wide, sly grin crosses her face. She was looking forward to another mission with Mock and the rest of her friends. They worked well together, each agent's strengths complimenting each other's weaknesses (except for Zhisshikassa...he didn't appear to have any weaknesses, other than apparently not having a soul).
Quiet as a church mouse, Daewen sneaks up behind Mock as she proceeded down the street. Springing into action, she jumps forward and punches Mock in the kidneys (an extremely light punch...more playful that hurtful). Jumping up and down like a pugilist, pumping her hands in the air like she's in the fight of her life...for about three seconds, before she breaks out of her fake attack and grinning ear to ear, jumps up into the Mock and gives her an enormous bear hug! Pulling back, she smiles that cheshire grin only shared between true friends.
She waves a smart little 'hello', before burying her head back into Mock for a few more seconds.
After the love-fest is over, she drops down to the ground, and points toward the tavern where they both (obviously) were heading. It's always good to lubricate the ol' joints with a few pints of ale before heading out on a mission, she thinks to herself.
If you were observing, you would see (or likely not see) a bald high elf, with a scar over his left eye, in leather armor with a rapier and dagger at his side slip into the shadows, timing his movements when others were distracted, using cover to his best advantage. He slips up to the table where Arora was sitting, wanting to play a game with her. He crouches down in the shadows next to the table and carefully urged his letter onto the edge. He moved back and observes whether it was noticed. Finally, when the suspense was too much, he sends a message to her, "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" Not waiting for a reply, he scoots quickly out of the shadows and slides into the seat next to her, laughing as he sits down. "So, I see you got it too? Good to see you, "fellow adventurer". Have you seen anyone else yet?" He grabs an ale and sits back is his chair, keeping out of the candle light, sticking to the shadows out of habit.
Arora Kept a watchful eye as the patrons flowed through the door of the tavern. As she observed, a bald high elf made his entrance but as suddenly as he was there, the crowd moved and he was gone again. 'Was that.... Nephvir?' she thinks to herself. It's hard not to recognize a companion that you have seen often over the past year... but somehow she wasn't completely sure it was him. She raises her pint again and takes a drink. A slight smile raises on the left side of her lips as she spots the letter on the edge of the table 'It IS him' she thinks to herself as she suddenly hears a voice in her head "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" A broad smile sweeps across her face as Nephvir reveals himself laughing. "It's good to see you too!! Yeah, I received mine earlier today and figured the others would be showing up soon so I here to have a drink and some food while I wait. You're the first I've seen." She leans forward placing her arms on the table her face becoming serious "I've got a feeling...." she started in a whisper "that this one is going to be different... dangerous... I don't know, it's just a feeling." She rubs the left side of her chin with her right hand and then leans back again in her chair. "Oh, hey, you're getting much better at hiding and moving through crowds without being seen. I thought I saw you when you first came in and then you were gone... keep up the great work, that will prove to be useful." she declares with a short laugh "Are you hungry? I haven't eaten yet and was thinking about getting something.... I've just been enjoying some people watching and kinda lost track of time." she says with a chuckle.
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Arriving at the outskirts of Rybalka, Centurion - or simply Doc to those who butchered his name too much for his liking - paused for a moment and sighed inwardly to himself as he took in the environs of the frontier town. Another day, another mission... At least it's with this crew this time around. Sighing again, he mustered the energy to move one leg, then the other until he was slowly on his way to the rendezvous point. He hoped everyone would be there as planned but with the type of people who generally joined the Order, you never knew what they were going to do.
As he got closer to the the tavern, he spotted the unmistakable pair of Daewen and Mock up ahead heading in same direction. He was about to quicken his pace to catch up to them when he spotted and elderly man, coughing and breathing heavily, on the side of the road. Making a quick detour towards him, he got up to him and said, "May I? I'm a doctor," and without waiting for a reply preceded to take off his glove and place his hand on the man's throat to check his rhythms. Quickly determining that he was suffering from congestion building up in the airways leading to his lungs, Centurion put his glove back on and began rummaging through his pack.
Besides the gloves on his hands, Centurion wore his typical outfit, despite the cold and the time of year; a side effect of his newfound powers that warmed him with an internal heat that dulled all but the most frigid of temperatures. He was dressed simply in a linen long-sleeved shirt and pants combo underneath a light leather vest and brown cloth cinched around his waist. Besides a small pack, he wore his trademark scarf and spectacles which he valued more than anything else he owned. He had dark skin, dark brown eyes and a mop of tangled black hair typically tied into short ponytail. Lastly, hidden underneath his long sleeves, where a series of grey glyphs tattooed to his forearms that had appeared the day his life had changed forever.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Centurion pulled out a tuft of weeds and handed them to the man. "If you boil a few strands of this and drink it daily for a week or so, the congestion you're feeling should hopefully go away." The man looked at him a bit confusedly but took the plants nonetheless. "I'm a doctor." he added suspecting that the man would throw away the plants as soon as possible if he didn't hammer home the point that he knew what he was talking about. That seemed to open the flood gates though as no sooner had he finished explaining the man's illness to him a second time and began to rise to his feet to depart did he notice the small crowd forming next to him. Turning towards them, he looked them over to see a rather rag tag group of people with various mild ailments and injuries queued up, hoping to receive some assistance from the doctor that had just appeared out of thin air. Looking over his shoulder in the direction Daewen and Mock - now long gone - Centurion turned to the others and said, "I can't stay for long but let me see what I can do. One at a time please though and no pushing either."
He supposed being a little late for the rendezvous couldn't be the worst thing in the world. What was the worst that could happen...?
MOMENTUM AND CHAOS Momentum is a currency players can accumulate in a group pool to spend, and Chaos is a currency the DM can spend. Momentum is for the players, Chaos is for the DM.
HOW TO GET IT: PLAYERS generate Momentum and Chaos. DM rolls do not generate Momentum and Chaos. - MOMENTUM: Rolling a nat20, in addition to all of it's other regular effects, adds 1 point of momentum to the pool for players to use ANYTIME. - CHAOS: Rolling a nat1 generates 1 point of CHAOS for the DM.
Momentum and Chaos has a cap of 8, and goes away after a long rest.
WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH MOMENTUM: - Buy a d20 reroll. You can spend 1 momentum to re roll any 1d20, for any reason, anytime. - Reroll damage. You can spend 1 momentum to re roll damage for a single attack/spell. - Ask a question. You can spend 1 momentum to ask the DM a question about the current scene that I will answer 100% truthfully. - Change reality. You can spend 2 momentum to alter something about a current scene: You can add something, change something, or remove something - making an action or intention possible, easier, harder, or impossible - WITHIN REASON.
You can spend momentum anytime, and as many times as you want, but you must always take the current roll as the value.
WHAT I CAN DO WITH CHAOS: - Chaos begins at zero, and is a DM resource. - Buy a d20 reroll. I can spend 1 chaos to re roll any 1d20 on an ability, attack, or saving throw roll. - Add a complication. I can spend 2 chaos to add a complication to the current battle or scene. This could be more monsters, or another complication. - Change reality. I can spend 2 momentum to alter something about a current scene: I can add something, change something, or remove something - making an action or intention possible, easier, harder, or impossible. - Disobedience, or questionable, or unnecessarily unethical behavior that your character would not normally do can generate more chaos for me to use at my discretion.
I can spend chaos anytime, and as many times as I want, and I must always take the current roll as the value.
THREE ROUNDS AND OUT In this campaign, most regular enemies are neither suicidal nor psychotic - and value their lives. During a battle, I will list what round we're in. After the end of the third round, a victor will be declared, and combat will end. Victory or defeat will determine consequences as the story continues.
BY REQUEST OF COMMODORE JULIUS HAWKE LORD IMPERIAL OF THE ORDER OF THE BLACK SUN
VERBAL TRANSCRIPT OF ARCANE TRANSMISSION
CASE FILE 112:67B:AA6:Xad
By command from the Lord Imperial, Division Two of the Order is hereby commanded to report to the frontier town of Rybalka, assuming the guise of common adventurers. Your power levels will be once again assigned with intent to reflect the undercover guise you are to assume. Blend in, and be aware. We have had Intelligence reports of a possible Drow attack on the village location during a time known as the Vigil of Light. If said conditions trigger, per earlier report details, you are repel such incursion will all due force required.
All other concerns are secondary.
A LIGHT IN THE DARK Just before dawn in the Thirsty Serpent at Rybalka.
Kasha entered the tavern, bundled in a long wool jacket, wearing tight long leathers and a cloak. She was covered in snow. It was freezing outside. Normally, years before, Kasha wore nothing but a loose shirt and shorts, but that was another time, when she was younger and more wild. Years have gone by and, some dare say, she wizened up just a tad in those years, but she would beg to differ. She walked over to the table, shook herself like a wet dog would, and showered snow everywhere. She spooked for a moment, realizing what she had done. She giggled. "Whoops! Sorry about that. Can you believe not a single candy shop is open at this early an hour? What's a girl to do about getting her chocolate covered peanut fix?"she sighed. She sat down in an empty chair, arms folded across her chest, and had a cute smile on her face like she always did. Then, a thought came to her. She looked around to make sure no one was looking. "I hope this mission is more exciting than the last one. I got way too many paper cuts from folding so many envelopes last time."she snickered, remembering the event not so fondly.
As you all congregate in the tavern at this winter village, it's not only the weather that seems ominously quiet and cold. Today, according to the reports, is the ceremony known only as the Vigil of Light, and it's about to begin. The tavern is empty except for all of you. As you all sit in the tavern, waiting, outside you can spot groups of villagers carrying torches towards the large stone cathedral on the edge of town outside. As they walk, the crowds knock on doors, which are opened for a brief moment, allowing a sound of voices to escape, along with some light and heat which cause the air to steam.
Eventually, the crowd comes to the tavern, and a few people enter. "Are you all coming?"a villager asks, her voice suggesting that any other choice would be madness. "Make haste to the cathedral!"
Daewen shrugs in submission, not really wanting to let go of her steaming mug of hot buttered rum, but also not wanting to waste any time and get on with the mission. So many stories to collect!
Her frame and appearance belie her true age. To most onlookers, they see a young little teenage girl, feet dangling over the edge of the chair (not even able to touch the ground). She rapidly dispels that notion, though, when she decides to down the last dregs of her mug, and let's out a loooooong belch of satisfaction. A barely audible ahhhhhhhh sounds escapes her mouth, as she throws her pitch black cloak back over her head, and bundles herself up to brace for the cold.
With a flourish, she bows to the barmaid, tosses a single gold coin onto the bar, and shoves her chair back underneath the table. Her face is invisible, hidden beneath the dark cloak, but her bare hands glint in the candlelit room as she's a rather pale girl. Snapping her fingers to gain the attention of the rest of the crew, she animatedly gestures to the door.....time to gear up and move on out!
Kasha had just settled down when the villagers opened the door to the tavern, announcing dawn would soon be here and the Vigil would begin. We had to blend in and assume the facade of travelling adventurers, but we were secretly still a team.
"Welp, time to go!" Kasha bounced to her feet. "How are you guys? It's so good to see you again!"
TASK:As we travel to the Cathedral, take a moment and talk to a few of your companions. Pick any three people to engage. Even thought you're members of the Order, and have been on many missions together before, enough off time goes by that new things can happen on leave. You know each other well, but now have a few quiet moments to reflect and engage your Division teammates to catch up. Use this opportunity now to reacquaint in your own ways and style since the last mission together.
Raza looks at the sign above the tavern door, letting out a sigh. "Finally! Oh, a nice hot drink will be marvelous after that walk!” Stomping the snow off her boots, she pulls open the door, hearing Kasha’s voice.
Welp, time to go!"
Her shoulders and tail droop with disappointment. “Well, it might not be cold where you are but it’s dang cold here and now, I get to go right back out in it.” She mumbles, causing a villager to look back at her as he is leaving the tavern. Stepping inside, she sweeps the hood of her cloak back revealing horns that curve back from her temples along the side of her head, one adorned with a brass ring. Her dark shoulder length hair is a messy mop which she distractedly brushes out of her face. Blue skin and white eyes complete her Tiefling heritage. She gives a small wave to the group. “Hi All, I see I missed the reunion.” She looks longingly at the mugs on the table.
Nephvir downs the rest of his ale and jumps up from the table quickly, gathers his cold weather robe around his shoulders. "Right. Thanks Kasha. Last call for us, I suppose. Time to look alive." He gives a thumbs up sign to Daewen, goes over and gives her a hug. "I've missed you, how have you been? So good to see youand I hope you won't have to save my ass again!"Nephvir really doesn't have a good idea of her age, looks at her with respect but also in a fatherly way, with affection. He knows that she remains silent, so he communicates with her through a telepathic message, "Do you know anything more about our mission?"
He gathers his gear and heads toward the door, looking the part of a new adventurer, bright eyed and optimistic. Heh.
Arora had been sitting in her dark corner with Nephvir engaging him him stories of past missions since the early hours of the evening. As time passed, the patrons grew thin, one by one leaving to prepare and then join the Vigil of Light at the Cathedral. Leaning forward she places her arms on the table "I wonder where the rest are?" No sooner did the words escape her lips than the door opened and the familiar faces of Mock and Daewen enter the establishment. Arora quickly got up and went over to warmly welcome the two "It's good to see you both again! Come on over, we have a table." she says as she ushers them over to where Nephvir is. As the evening wore on into the early morning hours, one by one the rest of the group joined them. Kasha was the last to come through the door....
Kasha had just settled down when the villagers opened the door to the tavern, announcing dawn would soon be here and the Vigil would begin. We had to blend in and assume the facade of traveling adventurers, but we were secretly still a team.
"Welp, time to go!" Kasha bounced to her feet. "How are you guys? It's so good to see you again!"
Daewen downed the rest of her drink and let out the pleasures of it and then with a look to the rest as if to say 'Let's go!' Arora got up and wrapped herself in her fur-lined coat and prepared for the brisk air. She moved toward Kasha and gave her a slight embrace "It's good to see you my friend! And, you're right... it's too bad all the candy shops are closed, I could really go for some of those chocolate covered peanuts!" She gives out a good laugh as they all start exiting the tavern.
Zhisshikassa entered before the rest of the party. Early, as always - some bumbling idiots would always trail behind regardless of his insistence for arriving early. Despite the Yuan-Ti's emaciated, snakelike figure, Zhisshikassa chose to wear no less than three more heavy winter cloaks than necessary for any normal person to keep warm. The Yuan-Ti is known for his absolute aversion to anything cold; tonight was no exception. After a small group gathers, he reluctantly stands and wanders over, wordlessly taking a seat.
He sits at the ale-stained table, arms crossed. He neglected to ask for a drink to spare him the hilarity of being the one Yuan-Ti to ask for a drink at the Thirsty Serpent Inn. A cowl hangs over his face to obscure his expression. The only reminiscent feature of his Yuan-Ti heritage is a forked tongue which flickers from below the hood on occasion. A cobra seeks refuge around Zhisshikassa's neck, equal parts warming the cold-blooded Pureblood as it is shielding itself from the bitter cold outside.
Welp, time to go!" Kasha bounced to her feet. "How are you guys? It's so good to see you again!"
Zhisshikassa's cowl-shrouded gaze slowly swivels towards the energetic Kasha. He could not empathize. This mission would be irritating at the very best. "Your enthusiasm for this excursion is admirable," Zhi comments, voice more raspy than usual - he had neglected to order a drink to spare himself the shame of being the sole Yuan-Ti to order a drink at the Thirsty Snake Tavern. He could only imagine the jokes the riffraff would make. "Ensure your ardor falters when challenged by your wit. I suspect this night to be dangerous."
“Well, it might not be cold where you are but it’s dang cold here and now, I get to go right back out in it.”
The Pureblood releases a long, irritated sigh - much like a rattlesnake, something rattles in Zhi's chest as the air slowly escapes his throat. It is a familiar gesture. The uptight Pureblood was quick to be irritated. "You have only yourself to blame. Was the time for meeting not clear?" Zhisshikassa rasps, voice akin to nails on chalkboards. Raza could be considered a friend, certainly by other's standards - yet Zhi offers no hugs or gestures of affection usually attached to expressing friendship. Social gestures went right over his head. He is notorious for being terrible at talking to people.
Zhisshikassa rises from his seat and treats himself to as much of a stretch as he can muster. Despite the overabundance of clothing he wears, shivers shake the Pureblood's step. He frowns as he finds his muscles more stiff than expected. He had hoped for his cold-blooded muscles to entirely defrost after the journey towards Rybalka - no can do, apparently. He manages a single stride forward before tripping over Daewen moving underfoot. Barely catching himself by sinking a clawed hand into the edge of the circular table, twin hisses erupt from below his cowl as Zhisshikassa - and his now disrupted familiar - unexpectedly almost topple over. "Watch yourself," he seethes, straightening his back and wrapping himself further beneath the winter clothing he wears. Two crimson eyes glare from beneath. Out of the entire crew, Zhi entrusted Daewen with the most respect - and despite his indifferent, morose demeanor, Zhisshikassa reluctantly concedes to holding some respect for Daewen's skills. "Trip up some Drow instead."
"You have only yourself to blame. Was the time for meeting not clear?"
Some things never change apparently, Raza notes at the rebuke from Zhi. "Greetings to you too, Zhisshikassa." She tries to use his full name when she can, knowing he prefers it. "Shh, it's just the way he is." She whispers to the side, moving towards Kasha, enveloping her in a big hug, her flicking tail accidentally hitting Mock. "Oh! Sorry Mock, my tail has a mind of it's own sometimes." Releasing Kasha from her embrace, she pulls out a small packet and shakes it in front of the druid. "Got your favorite! Chocolate covered peanuts!"
COMING SOON:
RISE OF THE DROW
"From shame and shadow, recast. In black and gold, reborn." - Creed of the Order of the Black Sun.
All of you are veteran members of an elite secret Waterdavian anti-terrorism force called the "Order of the Black Sun". This organization is highly classified and it's sole purpose to to intercept and eliminate all Dark Elf incursions on the surface world. How you got involved in the organization, and what you do for the team, is for you to decide. Due to the nature of your assignments, having a loved one, or a family, is difficult. In your own special way, you are all trained killers, through and through. All of you have worked together for about a year or so.
This adventure begins in the frontier town of Rybalka in winter. Tonight is the longest night of the year, where the population celebrates a time honored tradition called the "Vigil Of Light". You have been sent to this remote location on orders by your Commander. Intelligence reports that Dark Elves have been known to attack this town during this cherished time, so it's time to do what you do best. Our adventure begins with you already at this location, under the cover as lowly adventurers.
KASHA
A young half-elven woman, appearing to be in her early thirties, sat on her knees in front of the grave. Behind her, the ruins of a village that had burnt to the ground years ago stood silent and deserted. She wore a form fitting black leather uniform that hid a wiry, muscular physique underneath. On her chest, a small symbol of a black sun was proudly displayed. Her hair was brown, and her eyes were magically green - the result of a union between man and divine. Her skin was tan, the result of years of being in the sun, and despite the crisp uniform, had traces of rolling around in the mud on her skin.
"Hi daddy. I'm sorry I haven't been out to visit you as much as I have. Lots has changed since the last time I visited you. I know that's not an excuse, but. I left the Misfits. The whole thing with..you dying, and..mother, and.." she trailed off. "I needed space. I thought I understood them, and, I thought they understood me. Well, in the end, I was wrong. I was wrong about them, and maybe, even, about myself. So, I didn't return. I didn't even look back. Mother gave me a hard time, trying to get me to conform to her divine plan, and I hid from her for a bit."
"I stayed in Waterdeep for a while and made new friends! They treated me very kindly. They liked who I was, accepted me, and made me feel valuable, and special. I felt like I belonged. They didn't care I had quirks, or silly notions and feelings, they understood me. We found a whole bunch of money! Feliara even tried to give me a bath! Can you believe it? I turned into a hamster and she got so mad!" she giggled. "I miss them very much. Mother appeared again and we fought - I had to run away again because I was afraid she would kill my new friends. That made me so very sad. I don't want to fight with mother, daddy, even though she doesn't love us, but she won't leave me alone. I'm afraid she's going to kill me and everyone I love. I just can't do this by myself."
"That's when I joined the Order. Can you believe it? An actual secret military organization. Me! They taught me to read!" she squeaked. "Ooh, oops! It's a secret organization. Don't tell anyone! That was the day I met a new bunch of friends! I like them! One of them is big and strong, huge muscles! Like Misha! Remember her? Mock can lift me over her head like i'm a stick! Another one is a big lizard! A yawn-tee! Zhsskifizktk, or something. Hah! How neat is that! Another one doesn't say anything, just sits quietly in the shadows. And then there's Raza, and Arora! They treat me like a sister, like family. I'm going to stay with them for a while, and get strong. And then..well." Kasha soured a bit, in her voice and in her face. "And then mother and I are going to have another..talk.
"I'm tired of running away. How many times am I going to have to say goodbye to my friends?"
She sat there and pondered the question for a while. Then, with one smooth movement, she rose and left a flower on the grave.
"I have to go now. I love you, daddy."
Daewen, glum as ever, saunters into the Order of the Black Sun's headquarters. After shutting the door behind her with a quiet <snick>, she turns to head down the hallway towards the research library when she notices a crowd gathering around the main bulletin board. Intrigued as to what may be causing the hullabaloo, she quietly pads over to the board and slithers between the crush of bodies to get a spot in the front of the crowd. Peering up at the board (grumbling inwardly that once again, the leaders assumed everyone was tall...ignoring us right-sized folks), she quickly reads through the hastily printed intelligence report about the expected Drow attack at the upcoming Vigil of Light. Perking up quite a bit, a broad smile crosses her pale face! Ahhhh, she thinks, another chance to observe and collect for my precious Raven Queen! Yessssssssss, this tidy little adventure will do nicely.
At the bottom of the note is a listing of names of Order agents assigned to the mission. Daewen frowns when she notices her name isn't on the list. About to stomp off in disgust, she re-reads the list again, and notices that she's on there, but some idiot misspelled her name Deewon Fell. Grrrrrrrr (internally, of course, since she technically can't make any vocalizations).
Shoving her way through the legs of the crowd, she quickly scrambles back to her apartment and grabs her pack and stuffs it full of supplies, including plenty of ink and paper in order to communicate with the rest of the team who will be on the mission. Finally, stuffing a day-old slice of pemmican into her mouth, she runs out the door and back to the headquarters, where she meets up with the other agents who were assigned to the mission.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Cocking her head to the side a bit as though she is listening to someone, Raza fiddles with the ends of her hair, her expression changing to one of annoyance. “No, it’s not like that.” She mumbles to no one in particular. “I’m not having this conversation anymore!” She growls, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, her tail flicking back and forth with irritation. Turning her focus back to packing for the upcoming mission she lays everything out on her bed looking over her belongings, mentally ticking off each item. “I said I—yes, Kasha will be there, so will Mock, Arora—yes the usual crew! Now, let me pack!” The spirits were driving her crazy today, not giving her a moment of peace! After placing all her items in her bag, she kneels, sitting back on her heels and places her hands in front of her face, their backs touching. She clears her mind and focuses on her breath. “My Lord and Master”…she begins…”I set forth to continue the work you have required of me. I humbly ask that you grant me and my companions your blessing as we help to bring those, whose time has come, to the spirit world. That they may transition to the next part of their journey. As always, I am your faithful servant.” Raza rises gracefully to her feet, shoulders her pack and checks her weapons. Exiting her room, she heads to meet the others, looking forward to spending some time with them.
Arora was seated at a dark corner table at the local tavern/inn at Rybalka. She simply watched as the crowd grew larger and noisier as the evening took hold. There was much laughter and rejoicing from the patrons as they were already looking forward to the upcoming Vigil of Light celebration. On her table sat a pint, thats was about half gone, and just to the right of it an official letter of some kind - the letter was sealed in black wax with a symbol of a sun on it. She was already certain of what the letter held but was a bit apprehensive as to who she would be working with this time... her mind wandered back to her last orders where she was teamed with a bumbling idiot of a cleric that eventually got himself killed due to his lack of listening skills - he always rambled on about Sune and following Sune and Sune this and Sune that.... He's probably better off now anyway she thinks to herself. Her hand finally reaches for the letter and she picks it up nervously. I do hope it's the old team she thinks, I have grown quite fond of them. Slowly she tears open the seal and pulls out the orders. She reads them carefully and then sees the team assigned at the bottom of the orders - Kasha, Mock, Arora Raine, Deewon Fell, Nephvir Krisleth, Raza Tyrword, Zhisshikassa, and Centurian the Squad Leader (of sorts). A smile crossed her face, it was the old crew... but wait, she looked again... Deewon Fell, she laughed a bit and shook her head "oh, she's gonna kill them for that" she mutters under her breath. She refolds the orders and puts them away in a pocket. Leaning back in her seat, she grabs her pint and continues to enjoy the 'people watching' as the evening goes on - a slight smile on her face, knowing the company she would soon be keeping.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
“No, no, ya gotta hold your fist like this.” A large blue tiefling crouches beside a small child and coaches them into balling their hand into a fist properly. “Otherwise you’re gonna break all your fingers, and that makes stealin' things awfully hard. Trust me.”
The kid makes a noise of agreement, and Mock stands from her crouch with a quiet grunt. The latest injury of hers on her thigh still liked to remind her it was there from time to time. But she ignored it as she usually did - just another scar to the list - and crosses her arms over her chest, nodding at the kid. “Lemme see it again.”
A small punch, much better executed than the last. “Perfect.” She bares her pointed fangs in a smile at the child and pats the top of her head lightly. “Now go beat the snot outta your brother. I gotta go back to work.”
Her smile softens a little as she lets the little street urchin hug her legs before running off. That soft spot was going to get Mock in trouble some day, but she had a hard time just ignoring it. They reminded her too much of herself back when she’d been, well, tinier. And if the young urchins around these parts could fight a little better at the end of the day… well, it’d let her sleep easier at night.
Mock shakes off the memories and rubs a hand against the back of her neck. The tattoo on the back of her neck was small and dark, hidden beneath her hair and mostly disguised against her dark blue skin. But she rubs her hand against that little black sun and remembers where she’s at now. Remembers what she’s got now. That little ball of rage that's always curling in her chest almost seems to sing at the thought of the fights they'd left behind and the fights ahead of them. A crooked grin grows on her face, and Mock straightens the battle axe slung across her back before striding down the street.
Yeah. It was time to go back to work.
Zhisshikassa
Much could be said about the parallels that could be drawn between city life and the wilds in one singular term; urban jungle. A place where might drives all. Power fuels the combines of whatever engine drives the river of gold flowing from one person's pockets to another. Zhisshikassa fits right in; much like Yuan-Ti society, the strict hierarchy denoting the Orzhov reminds the Pureblood of his former life. The cities aren't very different from the jungles, really - all fall under the basic premise of predators and prey. The weak were consumed by the strong. Only the strongest reap the combined benefits of the fallen - or so the Orzhov said when Zhisshikassa climbed the ranks with merciless precision in executing heists, robberies, and murders, actions as cold as the blood that runs within the Yuan-Ti.
A figure draped in an obscuring cowl slinks through the hubbub focused around the Order's bulletin. Beady, crimson eyes cast a dull glance over the listed board. A hissing sigh escapes from the shrouded darkness beneath the hood - hadn't he scheduled dismissal from their ranks? Last week's recon mission had concluded in a success. The Drow were supposed to have been quelled. And they are asking for yet another preventative excursion? In the dead of winter? Zhisshikassa rubs the thin muscles cloaking frail joints - he was a cold-blooded creature in more than one way. Staking out - on the coldest damned day of the year, no less - was problematic. His eyes dart lower to peruse the names of all those joining. His 'friends'. At least, they called 'Zhi' a 'friend'. Fools.
Zhisshikassa whirls around, cloak fluttering with the sudden movement. He bundles the garment closer. The weather of the jungles was much kinder for one of his kind. He clutches his component bag with a clawed hand before rolling his eyes - his supplies were depleted from rendering the minds of half a dozen Drow last week all but useless. Pity. What a shame half of his companions behaved the same way normally. Zhisshikassa returns from the small corner he lays claim to in the complimentary bunks offered to Order members - coincidentally, the one closest to the fireplace - and swiftly strides through the main foyer and out to the crowded streets below. He had someone to meet.
The hooded Yuan-Ti shuffles through the narrow alleyways running like a spiderweb through the underground districts of Waterdeep. The forest canopy of the regular, clean abodes in the higher districts blocked the political interests - much like the sun - from reaching the cracked streets below. Zhisshikassa expertly winds through twisting alleyways and paths, eventually finding himself besides a bridge the Orzhov frequent as a meeting point for their operatives. Many goods and items have made their way from one pocket to another in this area. Blood flowed like gold, too.
Another cloaked figure stands, back to the water, a cigar pinched between two fingers. The Yuan-Ti walks forward and gestures in the sign of the Orzhov. A nod passes between the two. "Reports from our superiors?" Zhishikassa rasps, voice hoarse and drawn out - as if a snake had learned to speak. With an Abyssal accent, of course. What else?
The man chuckles and takes a drag of the cigar. "No news, only questions. Mainly, are you going to be holed up with the Order for any longer?"
A hand draws from beneath the folds of Zhishikassa's cowl, clutching a notice delivered directly to Zhisshikassa's personal quarters. "To my great displeasure, it seems apparent my return shall be delayed. An attack is rumored to commence in the town of Rybalka. Once the threat of the Drow is quelled there, I shall return," he hisses, clearly irritated with the situation. He had been ordered to deal with the situation. He was beginning to suspect someone higher up in the Orzhov was preventing him from returning to his duties.
"Well - don't let me stop you," the man chuckles, tossing the cigar over the bridge. It fades with a sizzle. A moment passes. "Keep up your good work. Next time, don't let someone follow you." The hooded man points towards a window - Zhisshikassa swivels around to catch a fleeting glance of someone disappearing from view and rapidly scuttling away. The Yuan-Ti releases another irritated, hissing sigh. By the time he turns around, his contact was already gone. A blur of movement shows Zhisshikassa fading into the shadows, arcane energy leaping to quicken his step and shroud him from view. Whether it was a Xanathar, Dimir, or any other upstart crime organization spying on him, it didn't matter - today was the last day they would live. And tomorrow? Zhisshikassa would pack colder, plainer clothing. He would be going undercover. In Rybalka. The thought sent a chill down the Yuan-Ti's spine - not because he was scared. Not because he was afraid. But because it was literally cold. He could already feel his cold-blooded muscles lock up from frost.
Nephvir Krisleth
Nephvir received the letter with the usual Sun seal of the Order delivered in the usual way, under the marked brick in his dead drop. A smile came across his face as he played a game with himself, "What is it now, who has pissed off whom, who needs elimination... hmmm. What needs to be lifted?" He artfully took the letter and replaced the brick, slipped out of view. He alllowed himself to open it and read it back in his room, safe from prying eyes. "Rybalka... really? Wouldn't have picked that... wait a minute... Drow? Excellent, count me in. I would love to slash every last one of them to bits." He had barely finished reading when he started to pack, putting the letter carefully into a hidden pocket in his leather vest.
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Nephvir "The Cat" Krisleth hides in the shadows as he enters the Thirsty Serpent Tavern in Rybalka. If you were observing, you would see (or likely not see) a bald high elf, with a scar over his left eye, in leather armor with a rapier and dagger at his side slip into the shadows, timing his movements when others were distracted, using cover to his best advantage. He slips up to the table where Arora was sitting, wanting to play a game with her. He crouches down in the shadows next to the table and carefully urged his letter onto the edge. He moved back and observes whether it was noticed. Finally, when the suspense was too much, he sends a message to her, "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" Not waiting for a reply, he scoots quickly out of the shadows and slides into the seat next to her, laughing as he sits down. "So, I see you got it too? Good to see you, "fellow adventurer". Have you seen anyone else yet?" He grabs an ale and sits back is his chair, keeping out of the candle light, sticking to the shadows out of habit.
Daewen spies her good friend Mock teaching the little ragamuffin how to box, and a wide, sly grin crosses her face. She was looking forward to another mission with Mock and the rest of her friends. They worked well together, each agent's strengths complimenting each other's weaknesses (except for Zhisshikassa...he didn't appear to have any weaknesses, other than apparently not having a soul).
Quiet as a church mouse, Daewen sneaks up behind Mock as she proceeded down the street. Springing into action, she jumps forward and punches Mock in the kidneys (an extremely light punch...more playful that hurtful). Jumping up and down like a pugilist, pumping her hands in the air like she's in the fight of her life...for about three seconds, before she breaks out of her fake attack and grinning ear to ear, jumps up into the Mock and gives her an enormous bear hug! Pulling back, she smiles that cheshire grin only shared between true friends.
She waves a smart little 'hello', before burying her head back into Mock for a few more seconds.
After the love-fest is over, she drops down to the ground, and points toward the tavern where they both (obviously) were heading. It's always good to lubricate the ol' joints with a few pints of ale before heading out on a mission, she thinks to herself.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
If you were observing, you would see (or likely not see) a bald high elf, with a scar over his left eye, in leather armor with a rapier and dagger at his side slip into the shadows, timing his movements when others were distracted, using cover to his best advantage. He slips up to the table where Arora was sitting, wanting to play a game with her. He crouches down in the shadows next to the table and carefully urged his letter onto the edge. He moved back and observes whether it was noticed. Finally, when the suspense was too much, he sends a message to her, "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" Not waiting for a reply, he scoots quickly out of the shadows and slides into the seat next to her, laughing as he sits down. "So, I see you got it too? Good to see you, "fellow adventurer". Have you seen anyone else yet?" He grabs an ale and sits back is his chair, keeping out of the candle light, sticking to the shadows out of habit.
Arora Kept a watchful eye as the patrons flowed through the door of the tavern. As she observed, a bald high elf made his entrance but as suddenly as he was there, the crowd moved and he was gone again. 'Was that.... Nephvir?' she thinks to herself. It's hard not to recognize a companion that you have seen often over the past year... but somehow she wasn't completely sure it was him. She raises her pint again and takes a drink. A slight smile raises on the left side of her lips as she spots the letter on the edge of the table 'It IS him' she thinks to herself as she suddenly hears a voice in her head "What are you drinking? I'll have them add another to your tab!" A broad smile sweeps across her face as Nephvir reveals himself laughing. "It's good to see you too!! Yeah, I received mine earlier today and figured the others would be showing up soon so I here to have a drink and some food while I wait. You're the first I've seen." She leans forward placing her arms on the table her face becoming serious "I've got a feeling...." she started in a whisper "that this one is going to be different... dangerous... I don't know, it's just a feeling." She rubs the left side of her chin with her right hand and then leans back again in her chair. "Oh, hey, you're getting much better at hiding and moving through crowds without being seen. I thought I saw you when you first came in and then you were gone... keep up the great work, that will prove to be useful." she declares with a short laugh "Are you hungry? I haven't eaten yet and was thinking about getting something.... I've just been enjoying some people watching and kinda lost track of time." she says with a chuckle.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
Centurion (Doc)
Arriving at the outskirts of Rybalka, Centurion - or simply Doc to those who butchered his name too much for his liking - paused for a moment and sighed inwardly to himself as he took in the environs of the frontier town. Another day, another mission... At least it's with this crew this time around. Sighing again, he mustered the energy to move one leg, then the other until he was slowly on his way to the rendezvous point. He hoped everyone would be there as planned but with the type of people who generally joined the Order, you never knew what they were going to do.
As he got closer to the the tavern, he spotted the unmistakable pair of Daewen and Mock up ahead heading in same direction. He was about to quicken his pace to catch up to them when he spotted and elderly man, coughing and breathing heavily, on the side of the road. Making a quick detour towards him, he got up to him and said, "May I? I'm a doctor," and without waiting for a reply preceded to take off his glove and place his hand on the man's throat to check his rhythms. Quickly determining that he was suffering from congestion building up in the airways leading to his lungs, Centurion put his glove back on and began rummaging through his pack.
Besides the gloves on his hands, Centurion wore his typical outfit, despite the cold and the time of year; a side effect of his newfound powers that warmed him with an internal heat that dulled all but the most frigid of temperatures. He was dressed simply in a linen long-sleeved shirt and pants combo underneath a light leather vest and brown cloth cinched around his waist. Besides a small pack, he wore his trademark scarf and spectacles which he valued more than anything else he owned. He had dark skin, dark brown eyes and a mop of tangled black hair typically tied into short ponytail. Lastly, hidden underneath his long sleeves, where a series of grey glyphs tattooed to his forearms that had appeared the day his life had changed forever.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Centurion pulled out a tuft of weeds and handed them to the man. "If you boil a few strands of this and drink it daily for a week or so, the congestion you're feeling should hopefully go away." The man looked at him a bit confusedly but took the plants nonetheless. "I'm a doctor." he added suspecting that the man would throw away the plants as soon as possible if he didn't hammer home the point that he knew what he was talking about. That seemed to open the flood gates though as no sooner had he finished explaining the man's illness to him a second time and began to rise to his feet to depart did he notice the small crowd forming next to him. Turning towards them, he looked them over to see a rather rag tag group of people with various mild ailments and injuries queued up, hoping to receive some assistance from the doctor that had just appeared out of thin air. Looking over his shoulder in the direction Daewen and Mock - now long gone - Centurion turned to the others and said, "I can't stay for long but let me see what I can do. One at a time please though and no pushing either."
He supposed being a little late for the rendezvous couldn't be the worst thing in the world. What was the worst that could happen...?
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
NEW RULES
MOMENTUM AND CHAOS
Momentum is a currency players can accumulate in a group pool to spend, and Chaos is a currency the DM can spend. Momentum is for the players, Chaos is for the DM.
HOW TO GET IT:
PLAYERS generate Momentum and Chaos. DM rolls do not generate Momentum and Chaos.
- MOMENTUM: Rolling a nat20, in addition to all of it's other regular effects, adds 1 point of momentum to the pool for players to use ANYTIME.
- CHAOS: Rolling a nat1 generates 1 point of CHAOS for the DM.
Momentum and Chaos has a cap of 8, and goes away after a long rest.
WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH MOMENTUM:
- Buy a d20 reroll. You can spend 1 momentum to re roll any 1d20, for any reason, anytime.
- Reroll damage. You can spend 1 momentum to re roll damage for a single attack/spell.
- Ask a question. You can spend 1 momentum to ask the DM a question about the current scene that I will answer 100% truthfully.
- Change reality. You can spend 2 momentum to alter something about a current scene: You can add something, change something, or remove something - making an action or intention possible, easier, harder, or impossible - WITHIN REASON.
You can spend momentum anytime, and as many times as you want, but you must always take the current roll as the value.
WHAT I CAN DO WITH CHAOS:
- Chaos begins at zero, and is a DM resource.
- Buy a d20 reroll. I can spend 1 chaos to re roll any 1d20 on an ability, attack, or saving throw roll.
- Add a complication. I can spend 2 chaos to add a complication to the current battle or scene. This could be more monsters, or another complication.
- Change reality. I can spend 2 momentum to alter something about a current scene: I can add something, change something, or remove something - making an action or intention possible, easier, harder, or impossible.
- Disobedience, or questionable, or unnecessarily unethical behavior that your character would not normally do can generate more chaos for me to use at my discretion.
I can spend chaos anytime, and as many times as I want, and I must always take the current roll as the value.
THREE ROUNDS AND OUT
In this campaign, most regular enemies are neither suicidal nor psychotic - and value their lives. During a battle, I will list what round we're in. After the end of the third round, a victor will be declared, and combat will end. Victory or defeat will determine consequences as the story continues.
BY REQUEST OF COMMODORE JULIUS HAWKE
LORD IMPERIAL OF THE ORDER OF THE BLACK SUN
VERBAL TRANSCRIPT OF ARCANE TRANSMISSION
CASE FILE 112:67B:AA6:Xad
By command from the Lord Imperial, Division Two of the Order is hereby commanded to report to the frontier town of Rybalka, assuming the guise of common adventurers. Your power levels will be once again assigned with intent to reflect the undercover guise you are to assume. Blend in, and be aware. We have had Intelligence reports of a possible Drow attack on the village location during a time known as the Vigil of Light. If said conditions trigger, per earlier report details, you are repel such incursion will all due force required.
All other concerns are secondary.
A LIGHT IN THE DARK
Just before dawn in the Thirsty Serpent at Rybalka.
Kasha entered the tavern, bundled in a long wool jacket, wearing tight long leathers and a cloak. She was covered in snow. It was freezing outside. Normally, years before, Kasha wore nothing but a loose shirt and shorts, but that was another time, when she was younger and more wild. Years have gone by and, some dare say, she wizened up just a tad in those years, but she would beg to differ. She walked over to the table, shook herself like a wet dog would, and showered snow everywhere. She spooked for a moment, realizing what she had done. She giggled. "Whoops! Sorry about that. Can you believe not a single candy shop is open at this early an hour? What's a girl to do about getting her chocolate covered peanut fix?" she sighed. She sat down in an empty chair, arms folded across her chest, and had a cute smile on her face like she always did. Then, a thought came to her. She looked around to make sure no one was looking. "I hope this mission is more exciting than the last one. I got way too many paper cuts from folding so many envelopes last time." she snickered, remembering the event not so fondly.
As you all congregate in the tavern at this winter village, it's not only the weather that seems ominously quiet and cold. Today, according to the reports, is the ceremony known only as the Vigil of Light, and it's about to begin. The tavern is empty except for all of you. As you all sit in the tavern, waiting, outside you can spot groups of villagers carrying torches towards the large stone cathedral on the edge of town outside. As they walk, the crowds knock on doors, which are opened for a brief moment, allowing a sound of voices to escape, along with some light and heat which cause the air to steam.
Eventually, the crowd comes to the tavern, and a few people enter. "Are you all coming?" a villager asks, her voice suggesting that any other choice would be madness. "Make haste to the cathedral!"
Daewen shrugs in submission, not really wanting to let go of her steaming mug of hot buttered rum, but also not wanting to waste any time and get on with the mission. So many stories to collect!
Her frame and appearance belie her true age. To most onlookers, they see a young little teenage girl, feet dangling over the edge of the chair (not even able to touch the ground). She rapidly dispels that notion, though, when she decides to down the last dregs of her mug, and let's out a loooooong belch of satisfaction. A barely audible ahhhhhhhh sounds escapes her mouth, as she throws her pitch black cloak back over her head, and bundles herself up to brace for the cold.
With a flourish, she bows to the barmaid, tosses a single gold coin onto the bar, and shoves her chair back underneath the table. Her face is invisible, hidden beneath the dark cloak, but her bare hands glint in the candlelit room as she's a rather pale girl. Snapping her fingers to gain the attention of the rest of the crew, she animatedly gestures to the door.....time to gear up and move on out!
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Kasha had just settled down when the villagers opened the door to the tavern, announcing dawn would soon be here and the Vigil would begin. We had to blend in and assume the facade of travelling adventurers, but we were secretly still a team.
"Welp, time to go!" Kasha bounced to her feet. "How are you guys? It's so good to see you again!"
TASK: As we travel to the Cathedral, take a moment and talk to a few of your companions. Pick any three people to engage. Even thought you're members of the Order, and have been on many missions together before, enough off time goes by that new things can happen on leave. You know each other well, but now have a few quiet moments to reflect and engage your Division teammates to catch up. Use this opportunity now to reacquaint in your own ways and style since the last mission together.
Raza looks at the sign above the tavern door, letting out a sigh. "Finally! Oh, a nice hot drink will be marvelous after that walk!” Stomping the snow off her boots, she pulls open the door, hearing Kasha’s voice.
Welp, time to go!"
Her shoulders and tail droop with disappointment. “Well, it might not be cold where you are but it’s dang cold here and now, I get to go right back out in it.” She mumbles, causing a villager to look back at her as he is leaving the tavern. Stepping inside, she sweeps the hood of her cloak back revealing horns that curve back from her temples along the side of her head, one adorned with a brass ring. Her dark shoulder length hair is a messy mop which she distractedly brushes out of her face. Blue skin and white eyes complete her Tiefling heritage. She gives a small wave to the group. “Hi All, I see I missed the reunion.” She looks longingly at the mugs on the table.
Nephvir downs the rest of his ale and jumps up from the table quickly, gathers his cold weather robe around his shoulders. "Right. Thanks Kasha. Last call for us, I suppose. Time to look alive." He gives a thumbs up sign to Daewen, goes over and gives her a hug. "I've missed you, how have you been? So good to see you and I hope you won't have to save my ass again!" Nephvir really doesn't have a good idea of her age, looks at her with respect but also in a fatherly way, with affection. He knows that she remains silent, so he communicates with her through a telepathic message, "Do you know anything more about our mission?"
He gathers his gear and heads toward the door, looking the part of a new adventurer, bright eyed and optimistic. Heh.
Arora had been sitting in her dark corner with Nephvir engaging him him stories of past missions since the early hours of the evening. As time passed, the patrons grew thin, one by one leaving to prepare and then join the Vigil of Light at the Cathedral. Leaning forward she places her arms on the table "I wonder where the rest are?" No sooner did the words escape her lips than the door opened and the familiar faces of Mock and Daewen enter the establishment. Arora quickly got up and went over to warmly welcome the two "It's good to see you both again! Come on over, we have a table." she says as she ushers them over to where Nephvir is. As the evening wore on into the early morning hours, one by one the rest of the group joined them. Kasha was the last to come through the door....
Kasha had just settled down when the villagers opened the door to the tavern, announcing dawn would soon be here and the Vigil would begin. We had to blend in and assume the facade of traveling adventurers, but we were secretly still a team.
"Welp, time to go!" Kasha bounced to her feet. "How are you guys? It's so good to see you again!"
Daewen downed the rest of her drink and let out the pleasures of it and then with a look to the rest as if to say 'Let's go!' Arora got up and wrapped herself in her fur-lined coat and prepared for the brisk air. She moved toward Kasha and gave her a slight embrace "It's good to see you my friend! And, you're right... it's too bad all the candy shops are closed, I could really go for some of those chocolate covered peanuts!" She gives out a good laugh as they all start exiting the tavern.
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Zhisshikassa entered before the rest of the party. Early, as always - some bumbling idiots would always trail behind regardless of his insistence for arriving early. Despite the Yuan-Ti's emaciated, snakelike figure, Zhisshikassa chose to wear no less than three more heavy winter cloaks than necessary for any normal person to keep warm. The Yuan-Ti is known for his absolute aversion to anything cold; tonight was no exception. After a small group gathers, he reluctantly stands and wanders over, wordlessly taking a seat.
He sits at the ale-stained table, arms crossed. He neglected to ask for a drink to spare him the hilarity of being the one Yuan-Ti to ask for a drink at the Thirsty Serpent Inn. A cowl hangs over his face to obscure his expression. The only reminiscent feature of his Yuan-Ti heritage is a forked tongue which flickers from below the hood on occasion. A cobra seeks refuge around Zhisshikassa's neck, equal parts warming the cold-blooded Pureblood as it is shielding itself from the bitter cold outside.
Zhisshikassa's cowl-shrouded gaze slowly swivels towards the energetic Kasha. He could not empathize. This mission would be irritating at the very best. "Your enthusiasm for this excursion is admirable," Zhi comments, voice more raspy than usual - he had neglected to order a drink to spare himself the shame of being the sole Yuan-Ti to order a drink at the Thirsty Snake Tavern. He could only imagine the jokes the riffraff would make. "Ensure your ardor falters when challenged by your wit. I suspect this night to be dangerous."
The Pureblood releases a long, irritated sigh - much like a rattlesnake, something rattles in Zhi's chest as the air slowly escapes his throat. It is a familiar gesture. The uptight Pureblood was quick to be irritated. "You have only yourself to blame. Was the time for meeting not clear?" Zhisshikassa rasps, voice akin to nails on chalkboards. Raza could be considered a friend, certainly by other's standards - yet Zhi offers no hugs or gestures of affection usually attached to expressing friendship. Social gestures went right over his head. He is notorious for being terrible at talking to people.
Zhisshikassa rises from his seat and treats himself to as much of a stretch as he can muster. Despite the overabundance of clothing he wears, shivers shake the Pureblood's step. He frowns as he finds his muscles more stiff than expected. He had hoped for his cold-blooded muscles to entirely defrost after the journey towards Rybalka - no can do, apparently. He manages a single stride forward before tripping over Daewen moving underfoot. Barely catching himself by sinking a clawed hand into the edge of the circular table, twin hisses erupt from below his cowl as Zhisshikassa - and his now disrupted familiar - unexpectedly almost topple over. "Watch yourself," he seethes, straightening his back and wrapping himself further beneath the winter clothing he wears. Two crimson eyes glare from beneath. Out of the entire crew, Zhi entrusted Daewen with the most respect - and despite his indifferent, morose demeanor, Zhisshikassa reluctantly concedes to holding some respect for Daewen's skills. "Trip up some Drow instead."
"You have only yourself to blame. Was the time for meeting not clear?"
Some things never change apparently, Raza notes at the rebuke from Zhi. "Greetings to you too, Zhisshikassa." She tries to use his full name when she can, knowing he prefers it. "Shh, it's just the way he is." She whispers to the side, moving towards Kasha, enveloping her in a big hug, her flicking tail accidentally hitting Mock. "Oh! Sorry Mock, my tail has a mind of it's own sometimes." Releasing Kasha from her embrace, she pulls out a small packet and shakes it in front of the druid. "Got your favorite! Chocolate covered peanuts!"