The Inn was busy tonight but by some turn of event and the help of fate, the companions found a free table for them to sit. An old man was spinning tales near the earth and your table.
As soon as Xorn set a foot on the hard wooden floor Otik shouted over the crowd. "Hey, did you bring me new recipes? I m always looking for new ways to improve on my potatoes." He waves the minotaur over in a friendly manner.
For the rest of the group, sitting at their table it is a time to reminisce and talk about what they did during those five years.
Tyrros had come back to the table and sits now silently next to his brother. He looks in a bad mood but that is nothing new to any of you.
One other person listened to the old man. This was a man dressed in the rich brown and golden robes of a Seeker. He sat at a small round table, drinking mulled wine. Several mugs stood empty before him and, even as Kinlin watched, he called sourly for another.
"That's Hederick," Tika whispered as she passed the companions' table. "The High Theocrat."
The man called out again, glaring at Tika. She bustled quickly over to help him. He snarled at her, mentioning poor service. She seemed to start to answer sharply, then bit her lip and kept silent. The old man came to an end of his tale. The boy sighed. "Are all your stories of the ancient gods true. Old One?" he aske curiously.
Kinlin saw Hederick frown. The kender hoped he wouldn't bother the old man. He touched Alex's arm to catch his attention, nodding his head toward the Seeker with a look that meant there might be trouble.
The friends turned. They stared in silence.
The old man's voice carried clearly over the drone of the other conversation in the common room. "Indeed, my stories are true, child." The old man looked directly at Geoff and his tall escort. "Ask these two. They carry such stories in their hearts."
"Do you?" The boy turned to Geoff eagerly. "Can you tell me a story?"
OOC: This is a time to talk about what each of you has done in the five years since you last gathered. you 'll have to treat this text has happening at the same time has you are all talking. At the end even. I'll pick up on the conversation a bit later. Geoff if you want to make up a story do it otherwise I'll make one.
Geoff, a bit surprised at suddenly being asked for a story by the child says to him, "A story? Well...if you really insist. Just remember stories are words—nothing more, nothing less. They are similar to honey, they may sound appealing, but if you believe every word spoken by every individual is truthful then it becomes a sticky mess. Just like honey. Judge others on their actions, not words; that will reveal if their words have truth in them."
Geoff pauses for a moment, "Now a story you say? Well I suppose I can tell a short one..." He then pauses for a few moments in contemplation before beginning...
OOC: Normally I would write my own, but I'm not going to be able to write anything else until tomorrow evening, feel free to continue writing something up for Geoff in the interests of time and to be fair to everyone else waiting.
Turning to see what Kinlin and Xorn did in their 5 years time. "What happen to yo.... where did Kin run off to now? Xorn you didn't happen to put a bell on Kin when you came into town did you? How was your time. Find out anything good?"
The minotaur snorts at Otik's friendly greeting and grins a wide toothy smile. "Otik, my friend. Glad to see someone in Solace who remembers me!" He moves to greet the inn keeper and share some of his more interesting finds from his travels but the inn is busy and there is too much to be told and Xorn excuses himself to return to his friends at the table.
A mug of honey mead in his hand, he comes to the table to be reunited with his friends. "Five years, on the day! I can't believe we were all able to make it. No one was late. Fate smiles upon us. By the way..." he adds second handedly "I could have sworn I heard one of you say something about goblins guarding Solace. Surely that was the begining of a joke and I missed the finale of the joke. Please retell it, that sounded funny."
"What happened to me you ask? Well as you all know..." he begins in his deep rough voice "I was planning on heading back to my homeland. To see if they had any knowledge of what had happened to the old gods. I also wanted to see if I could find out more about my own past. I met with many clans and found the origin of my own blood using the dreamcatcher totem that is one of the only possessions left from my mother. It seems the totem was also the symbol of my clan and I traced it to the island of Mithas, but the trail went cold there. All the while, learning more of my noble and bloody culture. OOOOhhh let me tell you, the food was amazing! I loved it, and there are so many new things I just want you all to try..." The large bull man continues on into food talk that makes you all quite hungry as he continues to drink but choosing to vary his alcohol choices for flavor.
"Yes there were goblins on the edge of town, a fat hobgoblin leading them. They tried to search us for a blue crystal staff, we killed most of them and a couple ran off. It wasn't quite how I'd thought today would go.."
He pauses to drink a little and then continues.
"The last five years have been eventful but I'm afraid I've come no closer to finding evidence of the old gods" Escarin says the last quieter "It was all lies, everything I uncovered led nowhere or to a faker, looking to control or cheat innocent people."
He looks to the side at Shan
"There were good times too, a few more ales and I'll tell you about some of them."
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Geoff continues speaking to the young boy and clears his throat,
"Where to begin? Well, I've been travelling and searching for signs of the old gods for the past 5 years. After leaving here 5 years ago, I decided to travel around in solitude to small villages mainly. I figure if there was any sign of the old gods, then searching in humble places would be the best place to start. I've witnessed both very kind and noble deeds as well as things that would freeze the very soul within any mortal. One particular time stands out. I spent some time recovering from a particularly long journey in the wilderness amongst a small family of isolated farmers, not too different from my own family. In return for room and board, I helped in their fields and tended the livestock and even showed them a few things to improve their farming practices. Perhaps I simply longed for a taste of my youth again. The winter was especially harsh and they started running low on food since they became slightly lazy from assuming that they were blessed by the gods for their plentiful harvest. Not realizing it was from their hard work. They prayed for salvation when food started running low and I had to leave. They considered selling one of their children for money and at that point I decided it was time to leave. They prayed and prayed, but did little for themselves to improve their situation. I left, but I learned a very valuable lesson early in my travels: the gods simply do not show up on your doorstep, you must meet them halfway. Simply wishing for something will not bring it about, you must take matters into your own hands and maybe, perhaps, there will be some luck, or divine blessings, in your favor. Simply dreaming of what could be won't actually make it so."
Geoff pauses for a moment since he knows that he laid down a lot of information. Then he continues, "I suppose the story you might be more interested in would be training on my own, building on the lessons I learned from my old master. 'Always work to improve yourself' he made me repeat before every lesson. On the way back here not long ago, I decided to make a detour to my old family farm to see what became of its fate. I discovered the graves of my parents and several of my siblings were freshly defiled and at our old home, a few bandits were holed up. I waited until nightfall and saw there were 3 of them. One was wearing my father's ring and another my mother's necklace. In the middle of the night I broke in to my old home and took their lives. Had they not defiled their graves, I would have ignored them, but an unspeakable act should never be overlooked. When arriving here in Solace, I gave two poor children, young boy and girl the ring and necklace to either keep or sell for food, that's what my parents would have wanted. A local who saw it said I was crazy, but it shouldn't cost you anything to do a good deed. I'm sorry, but my experiences do not involve slaying dragons or sailing the seas in search of treasure, but I hope you learned something."
Geoff gives the boy a wink, then leans back in his chair and relaxes after being uncharacteristically long winded, gives a sigh and takes a sip of his drink, hoping the boy learned something practical. He rubs his aching neck from lack of sleep and continues listening to the stories from his friends.
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
”I forgot how much you like to talk Geoff. “ patting the cleric’s shoulder with his meaty hands. “That’s ok, gives me more time to drink when I’m listening more than talkin.” Xorn laughs at his own joke even if no one else does.
He scoffs in jest, "Well the lad wanted a story. I only hope he learned something." He takes another sip of his drink. "Did you all encounter any dangers in the past five years?"
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
"Thank you, my friend," the old man said, smiling.
Tyrros scoffed, " Count on my brother to give meaning to everything. If he didn't find evidence of the old gods no one will."
"Maybe you helped him do it somber one." whispers the old man.
"Now, can I have a story about the gods and dragons?" the little boy asked wistfully.
"Of course," the old man answered and settled back in his chair. "Once upon a time, the great god, Paladine-"
"Paladine?" the child interrupted. "I've never heard of a god named Paladine."
A snorting sound came from the High Theocrat sitting at the nearby table. Escarin looked at Hederick, whose face was flushed and scowling. The old man appeared not to notice.
"Paladine is one of the ancient gods, child. No one has worshipped him for a long time."
"Why did he leave?" the little boy asked.
"He did not leave us," the old man answered, and his smile grew sad. "Men left him after the dark days of the Cataclysm. They blamed the destruction of the world on the gods, instead of on themselves, as they should have done. Have you ever heard the 'Canticle of the Dragon'?"
"Oh, yes," the boy said eagerly. "I love stories about dragons, though papa says dragons never existed. I believe in them, though. I hope to see one someday!"
The old man's face seemed to age and grow sorrowful. He stroked the young boy's hair. "Be careful what you wish, my child," he said softly. Then he fell silent.
"The story-" the boy prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, once upon a time Paladine heard the prayer of a very great knight, Huma-"
"Huma from the 'Canticle'?"
"Yes, that's the one. Huma became lost in the forest. He wandered and wandered until he despaired because he thought he would never see his homeland again. He prayed to Paladine for help, and there suddenly appeared before him a white stag."
"Did Huma shoot it?" the boy asked.
"He started to, but his heart failed him. He could not shoot an animal so magnificent. The stag bounded away. Then it stopped arid looked back at him, as if waiting. Huma began to follow it. Day and night, he followed the stag until it led him to his homeland. He offered thanks to the god, Paladine-"
"Blashphemy!" snarled a voice loudly. A chair crashed back.
Alex put down his mug of ale, looking up. Everyone at the table stopped drinking to watch the drunken Theocrat.
"Blasphemy!" Hederick, weaving unsteadily on his feet, pointed at the old man. "Heretic! Corrupting our youth! I'll bring you before the counshel, old man." The Seeker fell back a step, then staggered forward again. He looked around the room with a pompous air. "Call the guardsh!" He made a grandiose gesture. "Have them arresht thish man and thish man for telling sordid liesh. Obviously a liar and murder! I'll confishcate thish staff!"
The Seeker lurched across the floor to Geoff, who was staring at him in disgust. He reached clumsily for the staff.
"No," the Geoff spoke coolly. "That is mine. You cannot take it."
"Fool!" the Seeker sneered. "I am the High Theocrat! I take what I want."
He started to make another grab for the staff. Tyrros rose to his feet. "My brother says you will not take it," the man said harshly. He shoved the Seeker backward.
The tall man's push was not rough, but it knocked the drunken Theocrat completely off balance. His arms flailing wildly, he tried to catch himself. He lurched forward-too far-tripped over his official robes, and fell head first into the roaring fire.
There was a whoosh and a flare of light, then a sickening smell of burning flesh. The Theocrat's scream tore through the stunned silence as the crazed man leaped to his feet and started whirling around in a frenzy. He had become a living torch!
Alex and the others sat, unable to move, paralyzed with the shock of the incident. Only Kinlin, hiding among the crowd had wits enough to run forward, anxious to try and help the man. But the Theocrat was screaming and waving his arms, fanning the flames that were consuming his clothes and his body. There seemed no way that the little kender could help him.
"Here!" The old man grabbed Geoff wrapped staff and handed it to the kender. "Knock him down. Then we can smother the fire."
Kinlin took the staff. He swung it, using all his strength, and hit the Theocrat squarely in the chest. The man fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd. Kinlin himself stood, opened-mouthed, the staff clutched in his hand, staring down at the amazing sight at his feet. The flames had died instantly. The man's robes were whole, undamaged. His skin was pink and healthy. He sat up, a look of fear and awe on his face. He stared down at his hands and his robes. There was not a mark on his skin. There was not the smallest cinder smoking on his robes.
"It healed him!" the old man proclaimed loudly. "The staff Look at the staff!"
The kender's eyes went to the staff in his hands. It was made of blue crystal and was glowing with a bright blue light!
The old man began shouting. "Call the guards! Arrest the kender! Arrest the liars! Arrest their friends! I saw them come in with this big bullman." He pointed at Xorn.
"What?" Escarin leaped up. "Are you crazy, old man?"
"Call the guards!" The word spread. "Did you see-? The blue crystal staff? We've found it. Now they'll leave us alone. Call the guards!"
The Theocrat staggered to his feet, his face pale, blotched with red. Geoff and his companions stood up, fear and alarm in their faces.
"Foul liar!" Hederick's voice shook with rage. "You have cured me with evil! Even as I burn to purify my flesh, you will burn to purify your soul!" With that, the Seeker reached out, and before anyone could stop him, he plunged his hand back into the flames! He gagged with the pain but did not cry out. Then, clutching his charred and blackened hand, he turned and staggered off through the murmuring crowd, a wild look of satisfaction on his pain-twisted face.
"You've got to get out of here!" Tika came running over to Alex, her breath coming in gasps. "The whole town's been hunting for that staff! Those hooded men told the Theocrat they'd destroy Solace if they caught someone harboring the staff. The townspeople will turn you over to the guards!"
"But it's not our fault!" Tanis protested. He glared at the old man and saw him settle back into his chair, a pleased smile on his face. The old man grinned at Escarin and winked.
"Do you think they'll believe you!" Tika wrung her hands. "Look!"
Tanis looked around. People were glaring at them balefully. Some took a firm grip on their mugs. Others eased their hands onto the hilts of their swords. Shouts from down below drew his eyes back to his friends.
"The guards are coming!" exclaimed Tika.
Shanryar rose. She knew the inn better than most. "We'll have to go out through the kitchen."
"Yes!" Tikka nodded. "They won't look back there yet. But hurry. It won't take them long to surround the place."
"Come on!" Tika urged, tugging on Escarin's arm. Xorn and Alex were already at the kitchen door.
"Get the kender," Shan told her.
Kinlin stood, rooted to the floor, staring at the staff. It was rapidly fading back to its nondescript brown color. Tika grabbed Kin by his topknot and pulled him toward the kitchen. The kender shrieked, dropping the staff. Geoff swiftly picked it up, clutching it close to him. Although frightened, his eyes were clear and steady as he looked at Shan and Tyrros; he was apparently thinking rapidly.
"We will go," Geoff said to himself.
"This way!" Shan herded them out through the swinging kitchen doors following Tika and Kin. She glanced behind herim and saw some of the crowd move forward, but in no great hurry.
The cook stared at them as they ran through the kitchen. Alex and Xorn were already at the exit, which was nothing more than a hole cut in the floor. A rope hung from a sturdy limb above the hole and dropped forty feet to the ground.
"Ah!" exclaimed Kin, laughing. "Here the ale comes up and the garbage goes down."
Tika turned to Alex, " Take them to my house. You remember where it is." she adds blushing a little.
OOC: Roll or tell me how you are otherwise getting down. DC is 10. Sorry for the long post but it had to be done. Now we start the quest.
Standing by the hole Xorn offers assistance for anyone who needs it. “Anyone not strong enough for the climb hold onto me, I’ll get you down.” His large frame easily able to hold the weight of one or two passengers.
“Thank you Tika” she says to the young girl. “Be safe ok?”
“This is taken too much time “ says Shandrylar, seen that the minotaur was going to slow. She closes her eyes and mutters one single word “Pveatherfall” then says to Geoff and the others.
“Jump, just jump!” And to all surprise she just step out of the kitchen platform and let herself fall. But her fall was slowed by her magic and she gracefully lands on the floor below the vallenwood.
( Geoff, Kin, Escarin and Tyrros are all affected by the feather fall )
Alex drops to the ground, faster than the others. All around him the town is coming alive with cries calling for guards. (Perception check please )
Xorn waits a bit to see if anyone needs a hand getting down and sees Escarin, Shan and the other jump of the ledge. Geoff who started before slips and gets entangled with the staff he starts to fall only to stop several feet from the ground and start drifting the rest of the way.
Xorn shrugs and falls the last meters to the grounds.
Geoff yells as he falls off the rope and braces for impact just before he's saved by the spell.
When he falls safely to the ground, he stands up, dusts himself off, and makes sure the staff is undamaged before turning to Shan, "Yes I'm fine, thanks to you. You're right, we need to get out of here and FAST."
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
The Inn was busy tonight but by some turn of event and the help of fate, the companions found a free table for them to sit. An old man was spinning tales near the earth and your table.
As soon as Xorn set a foot on the hard wooden floor Otik shouted over the crowd. "Hey, did you bring me new recipes? I m always looking for new ways to improve on my potatoes." He waves the minotaur over in a friendly manner.
For the rest of the group, sitting at their table it is a time to reminisce and talk about what they did during those five years.
Tyrros had come back to the table and sits now silently next to his brother. He looks in a bad mood but that is nothing new to any of you.
One other person listened to the old man. This was a man dressed in the rich brown and golden robes of a Seeker. He sat at a small round table, drinking mulled wine. Several mugs stood empty before him and, even as Kinlin watched, he called sourly for another.
"That's Hederick," Tika whispered as she passed the companions' table. "The High Theocrat."
The man called out again, glaring at Tika. She bustled quickly over to help him. He snarled at her, mentioning poor service. She seemed to start to answer sharply, then bit her lip and kept silent. The old man came to an end of his tale. The boy sighed. "Are all your stories of the ancient gods true. Old One?" he aske curiously.
Kinlin saw Hederick frown. The kender hoped he wouldn't bother the old man. He touched Alex's arm to catch his attention, nodding his head toward the Seeker with a look that meant there might be trouble.
The friends turned. They stared in silence.
The old man's voice carried clearly over the drone of the other conversation in the common room. "Indeed, my stories are true, child." The old man looked directly at Geoff and his tall escort. "Ask these two. They carry such stories in their hearts."
"Do you?" The boy turned to Geoff eagerly. "Can you tell me a story?"
OOC: This is a time to talk about what each of you has done in the five years since you last gathered. you 'll have to treat this text has happening at the same time has you are all talking. At the end even. I'll pick up on the conversation a bit later. Geoff if you want to make up a story do it otherwise I'll make one.
Writing a Story
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Geoff, a bit surprised at suddenly being asked for a story by the child says to him, "A story? Well...if you really insist. Just remember stories are words—nothing more, nothing less. They are similar to honey, they may sound appealing, but if you believe every word spoken by every individual is truthful then it becomes a sticky mess. Just like honey. Judge others on their actions, not words; that will reveal if their words have truth in them."
Geoff pauses for a moment, "Now a story you say? Well I suppose I can tell a short one..." He then pauses for a few moments in contemplation before beginning...
OOC: Normally I would write my own, but I'm not going to be able to write anything else until tomorrow evening, feel free to continue writing something up for Geoff in the interests of time and to be fair to everyone else waiting.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Kinlin tries to softly and silently move to the shadows of this place keeping a eye on the seeker while hands on weapon
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Alex
Turning to see what Kinlin and Xorn did in their 5 years time. "What happen to yo.... where did Kin run off to now? Xorn you didn't happen to put a bell on Kin when you came into town did you? How was your time. Find out anything good?"
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Xorn
The minotaur snorts at Otik's friendly greeting and grins a wide toothy smile. "Otik, my friend. Glad to see someone in Solace who remembers me!" He moves to greet the inn keeper and share some of his more interesting finds from his travels but the inn is busy and there is too much to be told and Xorn excuses himself to return to his friends at the table.
A mug of honey mead in his hand, he comes to the table to be reunited with his friends. "Five years, on the day! I can't believe we were all able to make it. No one was late. Fate smiles upon us. By the way..." he adds second handedly "I could have sworn I heard one of you say something about goblins guarding Solace. Surely that was the begining of a joke and I missed the finale of the joke. Please retell it, that sounded funny."
"What happened to me you ask? Well as you all know..." he begins in his deep rough voice "I was planning on heading back to my homeland. To see if they had any knowledge of what had happened to the old gods. I also wanted to see if I could find out more about my own past. I met with many clans and found the origin of my own blood using the dreamcatcher totem that is one of the only possessions left from my mother. It seems the totem was also the symbol of my clan and I traced it to the island of Mithas, but the trail went cold there. All the while, learning more of my noble and bloody culture. OOOOhhh let me tell you, the food was amazing! I loved it, and there are so many new things I just want you all to try..." The large bull man continues on into food talk that makes you all quite hungry as he continues to drink but choosing to vary his alcohol choices for flavor.
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
"Yes there were goblins on the edge of town, a fat hobgoblin leading them. They tried to search us for a blue crystal staff, we killed most of them and a couple ran off. It wasn't quite how I'd thought today would go.."
He pauses to drink a little and then continues.
"The last five years have been eventful but I'm afraid I've come no closer to finding evidence of the old gods" Escarin says the last quieter "It was all lies, everything I uncovered led nowhere or to a faker, looking to control or cheat innocent people."
He looks to the side at Shan
"There were good times too, a few more ales and I'll tell you about some of them."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Geoff continues speaking to the young boy and clears his throat,
"Where to begin? Well, I've been travelling and searching for signs of the old gods for the past 5 years. After leaving here 5 years ago, I decided to travel around in solitude to small villages mainly. I figure if there was any sign of the old gods, then searching in humble places would be the best place to start. I've witnessed both very kind and noble deeds as well as things that would freeze the very soul within any mortal. One particular time stands out. I spent some time recovering from a particularly long journey in the wilderness amongst a small family of isolated farmers, not too different from my own family. In return for room and board, I helped in their fields and tended the livestock and even showed them a few things to improve their farming practices. Perhaps I simply longed for a taste of my youth again. The winter was especially harsh and they started running low on food since they became slightly lazy from assuming that they were blessed by the gods for their plentiful harvest. Not realizing it was from their hard work. They prayed for salvation when food started running low and I had to leave. They considered selling one of their children for money and at that point I decided it was time to leave. They prayed and prayed, but did little for themselves to improve their situation. I left, but I learned a very valuable lesson early in my travels: the gods simply do not show up on your doorstep, you must meet them halfway. Simply wishing for something will not bring it about, you must take matters into your own hands and maybe, perhaps, there will be some luck, or divine blessings, in your favor. Simply dreaming of what could be won't actually make it so."
Geoff pauses for a moment since he knows that he laid down a lot of information. Then he continues, "I suppose the story you might be more interested in would be training on my own, building on the lessons I learned from my old master. 'Always work to improve yourself' he made me repeat before every lesson. On the way back here not long ago, I decided to make a detour to my old family farm to see what became of its fate. I discovered the graves of my parents and several of my siblings were freshly defiled and at our old home, a few bandits were holed up. I waited until nightfall and saw there were 3 of them. One was wearing my father's ring and another my mother's necklace. In the middle of the night I broke in to my old home and took their lives. Had they not defiled their graves, I would have ignored them, but an unspeakable act should never be overlooked. When arriving here in Solace, I gave two poor children, young boy and girl the ring and necklace to either keep or sell for food, that's what my parents would have wanted. A local who saw it said I was crazy, but it shouldn't cost you anything to do a good deed. I'm sorry, but my experiences do not involve slaying dragons or sailing the seas in search of treasure, but I hope you learned something."
Geoff gives the boy a wink, then leans back in his chair and relaxes after being uncharacteristically long winded, gives a sigh and takes a sip of his drink, hoping the boy learned something practical. He rubs his aching neck from lack of sleep and continues listening to the stories from his friends.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Xorn
”I forgot how much you like to talk Geoff. “ patting the cleric’s shoulder with his meaty hands. “That’s ok, gives me more time to drink when I’m listening more than talkin.” Xorn laughs at his own joke even if no one else does.
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
Geoff
He scoffs in jest, "Well the lad wanted a story. I only hope he learned something." He takes another sip of his drink. "Did you all encounter any dangers in the past five years?"
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
“You are not the only one who takes advance of Geoff’s talks “ says the wizard “ others eat meanwhile” she points to the almost finished potatoes.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Thank you, my friend," the old man said, smiling.
Tyrros scoffed, " Count on my brother to give meaning to everything. If he didn't find evidence of the old gods no one will."
"Maybe you helped him do it somber one." whispers the old man.
"Now, can I have a story about the gods and dragons?" the little boy asked wistfully.
"Of course," the old man answered and settled back in his chair. "Once upon a time, the great god, Paladine-"
"Paladine?" the child interrupted. "I've never heard of a god named Paladine."
A snorting sound came from the High Theocrat sitting at the nearby table. Escarin looked at Hederick, whose face was flushed and scowling. The old man appeared not to notice.
"Paladine is one of the ancient gods, child. No one has worshipped him for a long time."
"Why did he leave?" the little boy asked.
"He did not leave us," the old man answered, and his smile grew sad. "Men left him after the dark days of the Cataclysm. They blamed the destruction of the world on the gods, instead of on themselves, as they should have done. Have you ever heard the 'Canticle of the Dragon'?"
"Oh, yes," the boy said eagerly. "I love stories about dragons, though papa says dragons never existed. I believe in them, though. I hope to see one someday!"
The old man's face seemed to age and grow sorrowful. He stroked the young boy's hair. "Be careful what you wish, my child," he said softly. Then he fell silent.
"The story-" the boy prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, once upon a time Paladine heard the prayer of a very great knight, Huma-"
"Huma from the 'Canticle'?"
"Yes, that's the one. Huma became lost in the forest. He wandered and wandered until he despaired because he thought he would never see his homeland again. He prayed to Paladine for help, and there suddenly appeared before him a white stag."
"Did Huma shoot it?" the boy asked.
"He started to, but his heart failed him. He could not shoot an animal so magnificent. The stag bounded away. Then it stopped arid looked back at him, as if waiting. Huma began to follow it. Day and night, he followed the stag until it led him to his homeland. He offered thanks to the god, Paladine-"
"Blashphemy!" snarled a voice loudly. A chair crashed back.
Alex put down his mug of ale, looking up. Everyone at the table stopped drinking to watch the drunken Theocrat.
"Blasphemy!" Hederick, weaving unsteadily on his feet, pointed at the old man. "Heretic! Corrupting our youth! I'll bring you before the counshel, old man." The Seeker fell back a step, then staggered forward again. He looked around the room with a pompous air. "Call the guardsh!" He made a grandiose gesture. "Have them arresht thish man and thish man for telling sordid liesh. Obviously a liar and murder! I'll confishcate thish staff!"
The Seeker lurched across the floor to Geoff, who was staring at him in disgust. He reached clumsily for the staff.
"No," the Geoff spoke coolly. "That is mine. You cannot take it."
"Fool!" the Seeker sneered. "I am the High Theocrat! I take what I want."
He started to make another grab for the staff. Tyrros rose to his feet. "My brother says you will not take it," the man said harshly. He shoved the Seeker backward.
The tall man's push was not rough, but it knocked the drunken Theocrat completely off balance. His arms flailing wildly, he tried to catch himself. He lurched forward-too far-tripped over his official robes, and fell head first into the roaring fire.
There was a whoosh and a flare of light, then a sickening smell of burning flesh. The Theocrat's scream tore through the stunned silence as the crazed man leaped to his feet and started whirling around in a frenzy. He had become a living torch!
Alex and the others sat, unable to move, paralyzed with the shock of the incident. Only Kinlin, hiding among the crowd had wits enough to run forward, anxious to try and help the man. But the Theocrat was screaming and waving his arms, fanning the flames that were consuming his clothes and his body. There seemed no way that the little kender could help him.
"Here!" The old man grabbed Geoff wrapped staff and handed it to the kender. "Knock him down. Then we can smother the fire."
Kinlin took the staff. He swung it, using all his strength, and hit the Theocrat squarely in the chest. The man fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd. Kinlin himself stood, opened-mouthed, the staff clutched in his hand, staring down at the amazing sight at his feet. The flames had died instantly. The man's robes were whole, undamaged. His skin was pink and healthy. He sat up, a look of fear and awe on his face. He stared down at his hands and his robes. There was not a mark on his skin. There was not the smallest cinder smoking on his robes.
"It healed him!" the old man proclaimed loudly. "The staff Look at the staff!"
The kender's eyes went to the staff in his hands. It was made of blue crystal and was glowing with a bright blue light!
The old man began shouting. "Call the guards! Arrest the kender! Arrest the liars! Arrest their friends! I saw them come in with this big bullman." He pointed at Xorn.
"What?" Escarin leaped up. "Are you crazy, old man?"
"Call the guards!" The word spread. "Did you see-? The blue crystal staff? We've found it. Now they'll leave us alone. Call the guards!"
The Theocrat staggered to his feet, his face pale, blotched with red. Geoff and his companions stood up, fear and alarm in their faces.
"Foul liar!" Hederick's voice shook with rage. "You have cured me with evil! Even as I burn to purify my flesh, you will burn to purify your soul!" With that, the Seeker reached out, and before anyone could stop him, he plunged his hand back into the flames! He gagged with the pain but did not cry out. Then, clutching his charred and blackened hand, he turned and staggered off through the murmuring crowd, a wild look of satisfaction on his pain-twisted face.
"You've got to get out of here!" Tika came running over to Alex, her breath coming in gasps. "The whole town's been hunting for that staff! Those hooded men told the Theocrat they'd destroy Solace if they caught someone harboring the staff. The townspeople will turn you over to the guards!"
"But it's not our fault!" Tanis protested. He glared at the old man and saw him settle back into his chair, a pleased smile on his face. The old man grinned at Escarin and winked.
"Do you think they'll believe you!" Tika wrung her hands. "Look!"
Tanis looked around. People were glaring at them balefully. Some took a firm grip on their mugs. Others eased their hands onto the hilts of their swords. Shouts from down below drew his eyes back to his friends.
"The guards are coming!" exclaimed Tika.
Shanryar rose. She knew the inn better than most. "We'll have to go out through the kitchen."
"Yes!" Tikka nodded. "They won't look back there yet. But hurry. It won't take them long to surround the place."
"Come on!" Tika urged, tugging on Escarin's arm. Xorn and Alex were already at the kitchen door.
"Get the kender," Shan told her.
Kinlin stood, rooted to the floor, staring at the staff. It was rapidly fading back to its nondescript brown color. Tika grabbed Kin by his topknot and pulled him toward the kitchen. The kender shrieked, dropping the staff. Geoff swiftly picked it up, clutching it close to him. Although frightened, his eyes were clear and steady as he looked at Shan and Tyrros; he was apparently thinking rapidly.
"We will go," Geoff said to himself.
"This way!" Shan herded them out through the swinging kitchen doors following Tika and Kin. She glanced behind herim and saw some of the crowd move forward, but in no great hurry.
The cook stared at them as they ran through the kitchen. Alex and Xorn were already at the exit, which was nothing more than a hole cut in the floor. A rope hung from a sturdy limb above the hole and dropped forty feet to the ground.
"Ah!" exclaimed Kin, laughing. "Here the ale comes up and the garbage goes down."
Tika turned to Alex, " Take them to my house. You remember where it is." she adds blushing a little.
OOC: Roll or tell me how you are otherwise getting down. DC is 10. Sorry for the long post but it had to be done. Now we start the quest.
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Alex will go first sliding down the rope.
Acrobatics 20 athletics +1
Checking the area for guards
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Standing by the hole Xorn offers assistance for anyone who needs it. “Anyone not strong enough for the climb hold onto me, I’ll get you down.” His large frame easily able to hold the weight of one or two passengers.
10
Dragonlance Chronicles - Xorn
Sail On, Sailor - Sebastian Blackhand
LMoP 20 - Tonk Thunderclaw
As they run towards the kitchen, he yells to the boy, "Well kid you wanted a story, you're witnessing one!"
Geoff grabs the rope and makes his way down.
Athletics: 9
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
“Thank you Tika” she says to the young girl. “Be safe ok?”
“This is taken too much time “ says Shandrylar, seen that the minotaur was going to slow. She closes her eyes and mutters one single word “Pveatherfall” then says to Geoff and the others.
“Jump, just jump!” And to all surprise she just step out of the kitchen platform and let herself fall. But her fall was slowed by her magic and she gracefully lands on the floor below the vallenwood.
( Geoff, Kin, Escarin and Tyrros are all affected by the feather fall )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Trusting in Shan, Escarin leaps out of the Inn knowing the magic will protect him.
"Listen to Shan, let's go!"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Alex drops to the ground, faster than the others. All around him the town is coming alive with cries calling for guards. (Perception check please )
Xorn waits a bit to see if anyone needs a hand getting down and sees Escarin, Shan and the other jump of the ledge. Geoff who started before slips and gets entangled with the staff he starts to fall only to stop several feet from the ground and start drifting the rest of the way.
Xorn shrugs and falls the last meters to the grounds.
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“You alright?” Ask Shan to Geoff when she reaches the floor. “We must hurry” says to Alex listening to the voices of alarm.
“Next time we must see if I can lift you too big guy “ says to Xon punching the minotaur’s big shoulder with her little fist.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Geoff yells as he falls off the rope and braces for impact just before he's saved by the spell.
When he falls safely to the ground, he stands up, dusts himself off, and makes sure the staff is undamaged before turning to Shan, "Yes I'm fine, thanks to you. You're right, we need to get out of here and FAST."
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Tyrros
Athletics 12
and Perception i have 12 passive..