The safe inexplicably manages to slam into Danver as she flees in terror, knocking the wind out of her lungs and dealing 12 damage. It then pivots and knocks Grishkar down, dealing 10 damage.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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After a long and painful battle, Szalki finally thinks to cast suggestion on the safe, telling it to stop attacking them and let them loot it. The safe's door swings open, revealing piles of coins and trinkets topped with a handful of scrolls.
+1 inspiration to Szalki.
175 XP to each PC, inexplicably including Danver.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Between Grishkar and Szalki, the two decipher piles of scrolls as 2 scrolls of Jump, 1 of Longstrider, the deed to the tavern and license to serve food and drink. Plans begin to form in the party's collective minds...
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The party went hunting for an underworld contact. They found a man who might or might not know a man. Grishkar struck up a conversation with him, during which he mentioned, in passing, (only a casual remark, you understand) that there might be something interesting in a place at a certain time, and that he might be in touch, but, then again, he might not, and there might not. Bane lost his patience and threatened to do something quite painful to the reluctant informant, eliciting a peevish, "Look, just go to the Lavender House. It's at the corner of Gruht Lane and Vleum Alley. You can't miss it. Sit at the table in the back at exactly half-past-three tomorrow. You'll be met."
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"My good Grishkar, now that we have a meeting, if you don't mind I still have to recover from the last night, was fun but that chest hit hard...ahahah, damn, we could wait with the lizard at the Inn and then go, I will, but if you have your business go ahead"
Grishkar sits in the inn, surrounded by life and revelry, loathing every moment of it. At last, he stands and turns to Bane, "Nerull has not reached this land. I will become His harbinger. Come if you like, or I will meet you later for our contact."
In the next hour, a busy intersection becomes the epicenter of commotion. Amid the day's hustle and bustle, a wizard is struck by a sudden bolt of pain. As he writhes, a brand is seared into his leg depicting a skull and scythe. Searching frantically, he sees a rat scurry away and launches an arcane barrage that turns the vermin to dust.
In a nearby alley, Grishkar chuckles to himself, "The Reaper will come..."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Bane gets to the inn 30 minutes early. Danver finds herself at the inn 15 minutes later.
This is a roleplaying opportunity.
When you arrive, a human male in some sort of black uniform with a white apron politely offers you a "refreshment" and hands you a scroll bearing a list of what appear to be foods and drinks, with descriptions, written in Common.
OOC: Ugh. That sentence just goes on and on. . . Sorry about that.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
A few minutes behind Danver, Grishkar stalks into the bar. The soft clink-clunk of metal, wood, and leather hint at the deathly intent hidden under a heavy cloak. The waiter and patrons seem to avoid the gaunt newcomer as though corruption permeated from his skin.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Szalki follows silently in behind Grishkar, looking around the bar trying to take in as much as he can. As he arrives he spins the chair around and sits facing the back.
"I'm not sure we should stay here long. There isn't much we can gain from this place i fell, I'd like to make a play for somewhere more 'useful' i dont like sitting around doing nothing. Does anyone have a plan?"
The safe inexplicably manages to slam into Danver as she flees in terror, knocking the wind out of her lungs and dealing 12 damage. It then pivots and knocks Grishkar down, dealing 10 damage.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
After a long and painful battle, Szalki finally thinks to cast suggestion on the safe, telling it to stop attacking them and let them loot it. The safe's door swings open, revealing piles of coins and trinkets topped with a handful of scrolls.
+1 inspiration to Szalki.
175 XP to each PC, inexplicably including Danver.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
Between Grishkar and Szalki, the two decipher piles of scrolls as 2 scrolls of Jump, 1 of Longstrider, the deed to the tavern and license to serve food and drink. Plans begin to form in the party's collective minds...
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The party went hunting for an underworld contact. They found a man who might or might not know a man. Grishkar struck up a conversation with him, during which he mentioned, in passing, (only a casual remark, you understand) that there might be something interesting in a place at a certain time, and that he might be in touch, but, then again, he might not, and there might not. Bane lost his patience and threatened to do something quite painful to the reluctant informant, eliciting a peevish, "Look, just go to the Lavender House. It's at the corner of Gruht Lane and Vleum Alley. You can't miss it. Sit at the table in the back at exactly half-past-three tomorrow. You'll be met."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
"My good Grishkar, now that we have a meeting, if you don't mind I still have to recover from the last night, was fun but that chest hit hard...ahahah, damn, we could wait with the lizard at the Inn and then go, I will, but if you have your business go ahead"
Grishkar sits in the inn, surrounded by life and revelry, loathing every moment of it. At last, he stands and turns to Bane, "Nerull has not reached this land. I will become His harbinger. Come if you like, or I will meet you later for our contact."
In the next hour, a busy intersection becomes the epicenter of commotion. Amid the day's hustle and bustle, a wizard is struck by a sudden bolt of pain. As he writhes, a brand is seared into his leg depicting a skull and scythe. Searching frantically, he sees a rat scurry away and launches an arcane barrage that turns the vermin to dust.
In a nearby alley, Grishkar chuckles to himself, "The Reaper will come..."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Bane gets to the inn 30 minutes early. Danver finds herself at the inn 15 minutes later.
This is a roleplaying opportunity.
When you arrive, a human male in some sort of black uniform with a white apron politely offers you a "refreshment" and hands you a scroll bearing a list of what appear to be foods and drinks, with descriptions, written in Common.
OOC: Ugh. That sentence just goes on and on. . . Sorry about that.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
A few minutes behind Danver, Grishkar stalks into the bar. The soft clink-clunk of metal, wood, and leather hint at the deathly intent hidden under a heavy cloak. The waiter and patrons seem to avoid the gaunt newcomer as though corruption permeated from his skin.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Bane looks at the man, the paper, then at the man and with a fair sign of disdain, he dismisses the boring being.
He waits until Danver shows up "Uh, well, I have a feeling of dejavù, please sit my darling we have many things to plan....where were you til now?"
When Grishkar arrives he nods at him and invites the cleric to join the conversation.
Szalki follows silently in behind Grishkar, looking around the bar trying to take in as much as he can. As he arrives he spins the chair around and sits facing the back.
"I'm not sure we should stay here long. There isn't much we can gain from this place i fell, I'd like to make a play for somewhere more 'useful' i dont like sitting around doing nothing. Does anyone have a plan?"
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