A little less than a minute later, as Lanielis still apologizing for running from the fight, the cultist wakes up. She is a petite human woman with dark skin and close cropped hair. She struggles against her bonds until she sees the men and women standing over her. A look of terror fills her eyes.
Rethan shakes his head at Laniel's apologies. "It was not your fault," he says. "It was magic, no apologies needed."
"What is your cult, what is its aim, and how did you know to be here tonight - and don't bother lying. Lies are like seasoning to a dragnborn's sense of smell."
"Because Asmodeus is an old god, a powerful one. He does not need our worship but through worship comes influence and wealth and the freedom to indulge!"
"But why did he send you to die here? Or rather, since I doubt he has time or cares to speak to you personally, why did your patrons send you here? Remember the teeth, love."
The young woman pauses, eyeing her captors fearfully. "I give up everything to tell you," she says. She licks her lips, clearly afraid of the answer as well as the question. "L-lord and Lady Cassalanter."
Esvele lets out a small gasp and Vajra raises her eyebrows at the answer.
The young cultist woman begs for her life. "Please don't send me to the judge. The Cassalanters will not trust me to keep their secret. I will be as good as dead!"
Vajra says, "That may be. The Cassalanters are nearly untouchable." She taps her staff absently on the ground. Behind her, Esvele gives a wry smirk.
"You made your choice when you threw in with them, though," says Vajra.
The girl sobs.
"I will begin to arrange the extraction of the city's gold," Vajra says, ignoring the girl.
"What about my reward?" says Esvele.
Vajra holds up a hand. "Have no fear. You will have your share of the gold for your assistance in recovering it. I will see to it personally, if I must. You have all done the city a substantial service today."
(If there is nothing else here, then I shall conclude the adventure back at the manor.)
The next day, it rains. On many other days it would put a damper on the city but this day it is celebrated. The heat wave has broken. Children and some adults revel in the downpour, even as lightning flashes over the city. The adventurers, in their run-down manor, find themselves still on edge after weeks of stumbling through a spiderweb of interested competing parties vying for a huge payout. But the city of Waterdeep was the winner on this day as rainwater streamed over the cobblestone streets.
In the late afternoon, after returning from another day of turning bed sheets at three different orphanages, a knock on the door announces a messenger, who provides a wax-sealed envelope from the Open Lord of Waterdeep. Inside is a gracious letter expressing gratitude for their help in recovering tens of thousands of gold Dragons that belonged to the city. Accompanying the letter are five promissory notes from the Waterdeep City Bank for 8362 gold each, totaling 41810 gold for the entire group. A final note of the letter says that they do not wish for the embarrassment of Lord Neverember's theft to become public. As such, they intend no spectacle in acknowledge the heroics of those involved. The Open Lord reiterates a deep-seated thanks again and expresses a wish to someday meet the much talked-about heroes of Waterdeep.
Over the next week, the doors to the Manor see many visitors. Some seek healing at Morph and Titus' clinic. Others seek handouts. Floon Blagmaar himself, the one whom set these adventurers on their path to riches, comes calling to ask for help in paying off a gambling debt. "500 gold," he says. "And I am past due. If I don't pay..."
The second to arrive is Volo, who hired the group at the outset. "I'm seeking investors to fund an expedition that I hope will inspire a future book, for which I'll give special mention in said masterwork," he says with a flourish of his hand. He sees the looks everyone gives and raises his finger in stern gesture. "You would not have this wealth if not for me," he says. "As a kindly gesture, I only ask for a fraction of what you have earned."
The third to come calling is a person whom the party has never met. The woman is middle-aged but with a well-kept, noble appearance. "I am Jelenn Urmbrusk," she says. "I wield....considerable influence in the city. I even have the Open Lord's ear." (The implication in her words is that she is a Masked Lord. Although she does not outright say it, it is clear to everyone that this is what she means.)
She straightens a crease in her dress before continuing. "My request is significant. I require 10000 gold. I cannot say for what. My request is that this amount be granted as a loan, to be paid back within one year. This bond need not be made verbally. I will pay to have a formal agreement drafted."
(Feel free to RP any of these individually. Once there is a decision for each of them, I'll make one final Dragon Heist post...)
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Rethan shakes his head at Laniel's apologies. "It was not your fault," he says. "It was magic, no apologies needed."
WIS(13) check: 7
Sheer, abject terror grips the young woman as she first looks at Mal and then at Titus.
"W-what do you want?" she says, visibly trembling.
Titus says nothing, but stares intensely at the remaining fanatic and licks his lips.
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Rethan walks over to stand beside Titus, resting the butt of the glaive on the ground and holding it next to him, glaring at the prisoner.
Morph steps over next to Titus, opposite Rethan.
Morph checks that Blackstaff and Esvele cant see his face.
Morph then smiles down at the prisoner, with the kind of smiles that says, "You look delicious!"
As his smiles widens, Morph reveals a crowded mouth, filled with short sharp fangs, as many as 20 visible just in the top row.
A thin snakelike forked tongue whips out tasting the air, before darting back.
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
"What is your cult, what is its aim, and how did you know to be here tonight - and don't bother lying. Lies are like seasoning to a dragnborn's sense of smell."
DM shield:
23
She squeals. "W-w-we worship Asmodeus," she says. "Our patrons directed us to follow you."
"Why?"
"Because Asmodeus is an old god, a powerful one. He does not need our worship but through worship comes influence and wealth and the freedom to indulge!"
"But why did he send you to die here? Or rather, since I doubt he has time or cares to speak to you personally, why did your patrons send you here? Remember the teeth, love."
"The gold, the gold! Why else would anyone come to this forsaken place?"
"Fair enough. Any further questions, my dear friends?" He glances over his shoulder, his eyebrows going up at the sight of Morph's disfigurement.
"I have a question, who are your patrons, we want names."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
The young woman pauses, eyeing her captors fearfully. "I give up everything to tell you," she says. She licks her lips, clearly afraid of the answer as well as the question. "L-lord and Lady Cassalanter."
Esvele lets out a small gasp and Vajra raises her eyebrows at the answer.
Morph's features return to normal, as he turns to Lady Blackstaff,
"Well that's not good."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
"Servants of Asmodeus, tut tut. Very naughty."
"Indeed," says Laniel from the back. "What should we do with her, then? And the Cassalanters? Is worshiping Asmodeus a crime in Waterdeep?"
Morph remarks,
"If it isn't a crime, then it should be. Asmodeus will have nothing good in his plans, for Waterdeep and its people."
"We should be able to hand her over to the city watch i would think, unprovoked attack and all."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
The young cultist woman begs for her life. "Please don't send me to the judge. The Cassalanters will not trust me to keep their secret. I will be as good as dead!"
Vajra says, "That may be. The Cassalanters are nearly untouchable." She taps her staff absently on the ground. Behind her, Esvele gives a wry smirk.
"You made your choice when you threw in with them, though," says Vajra.
The girl sobs.
"I will begin to arrange the extraction of the city's gold," Vajra says, ignoring the girl.
"What about my reward?" says Esvele.
Vajra holds up a hand. "Have no fear. You will have your share of the gold for your assistance in recovering it. I will see to it personally, if I must. You have all done the city a substantial service today."
(If there is nothing else here, then I shall conclude the adventure back at the manor.)
The next day, it rains. On many other days it would put a damper on the city but this day it is celebrated. The heat wave has broken. Children and some adults revel in the downpour, even as lightning flashes over the city. The adventurers, in their run-down manor, find themselves still on edge after weeks of stumbling through a spiderweb of interested competing parties vying for a huge payout. But the city of Waterdeep was the winner on this day as rainwater streamed over the cobblestone streets.
In the late afternoon, after returning from another day of turning bed sheets at three different orphanages, a knock on the door announces a messenger, who provides a wax-sealed envelope from the Open Lord of Waterdeep. Inside is a gracious letter expressing gratitude for their help in recovering tens of thousands of gold Dragons that belonged to the city. Accompanying the letter are five promissory notes from the Waterdeep City Bank for 8362 gold each, totaling 41810 gold for the entire group. A final note of the letter says that they do not wish for the embarrassment of Lord Neverember's theft to become public. As such, they intend no spectacle in acknowledge the heroics of those involved. The Open Lord reiterates a deep-seated thanks again and expresses a wish to someday meet the much talked-about heroes of Waterdeep.
Over the next week, the doors to the Manor see many visitors. Some seek healing at Morph and Titus' clinic. Others seek handouts. Floon Blagmaar himself, the one whom set these adventurers on their path to riches, comes calling to ask for help in paying off a gambling debt. "500 gold," he says. "And I am past due. If I don't pay..."
The second to arrive is Volo, who hired the group at the outset. "I'm seeking investors to fund an expedition that I hope will inspire a future book, for which I'll give special mention in said masterwork," he says with a flourish of his hand. He sees the looks everyone gives and raises his finger in stern gesture. "You would not have this wealth if not for me," he says. "As a kindly gesture, I only ask for a fraction of what you have earned."
The third to come calling is a person whom the party has never met. The woman is middle-aged but with a well-kept, noble appearance. "I am Jelenn Urmbrusk," she says. "I wield....considerable influence in the city. I even have the Open Lord's ear." (The implication in her words is that she is a Masked Lord. Although she does not outright say it, it is clear to everyone that this is what she means.)
She straightens a crease in her dress before continuing. "My request is significant. I require 10000 gold. I cannot say for what. My request is that this amount be granted as a loan, to be paid back within one year. This bond need not be made verbally. I will pay to have a formal agreement drafted."
(Feel free to RP any of these individually. Once there is a decision for each of them, I'll make one final Dragon Heist post...)