"It's ok Quinerious. I will try to explain to you what's happening in our surroundings when I had the time. Let's find us something to see ok? "
"That sounds wonderful Rothnar. Thank you so much for agreeing to take me along. I will try not to distract you too much." You get an impression of relief and joy.
With those rolls you acquire two mountain scorpion stings and one mountain hareball. You take the ingredients back to your lab and set the brewing process in motion using one of each of those ingredients (so you have a mountain scorpion sting left over). You tend to it on and of for a few days, watching liquids change colour and smelling strange odours be emitted. Eventually the process is complete and the potion appears to have been brewed correctly. You acquire one dose of truth serum. The scavenging takes 2 weeks of your time, so you may roll 3d10 for petty crimes, unless there's something else you'd like to do.
Has everyone had a chance to do everything they want? If so, roll for your petty crime income and we'll move on to the next mission!
In the days before our next job, Ruhvon finds Rothnar. "I think you would find this of some use than I."The druid holds out a vial of basic poison. "Your blades will have a little extra."
"Thanks it's good to have it"says Rothnar to Ruhvon. "Any idea what Pikes has for us?"
( Rothnar would go and hunt down a gambler who fled the city without paying his debts and after catching him he will deliver it to Pike again. He will speak with his new ring friend during the trip and.. I forgot to lvl up! it's always nice to lvl up hehe )
It's a warm afternoon when Pike next summons you to his office. It's been raining and you can see the mist rising from the ground as the water evaporates. When you enter his office, Pike is alone at his desk writing. He looks up and ushers you in, smiling.
"Welcome, welcome. It's good to see you all again. I have another assignment for you. This one should be quite straightforward. One of our agents in Nyalean received a message by dead-drop, requesting our services. They've provided payment with the job request. It's not time-limited, but we're honour-bound to fulfil it as quickly as we're able. The job is to assassinate a merchant by the name of Sammus Cobran who lives in Nyalean. They're fairly well-known and wealthy and are likely to be guarded to some degree but should be fairly easy to find. I want you to travel to Nyalean and kill Sammus. It doesn't matter how you do it or if you kill anyone else along the way, providing you don't get caught or endanger the mission, of course."His eyes flick briefly to Brayton.
"Nyalean is two days ride through the Great Plains southeast of here. I've prepared some horses which should be waiting for you at the Southgate Inn. I would much prefer it if you could return the horses alive and well. If not, it will come out of your paycheck." He sees your eyes light up at the mention of coin. "Which brings me to the subject of pay. The pay you will receive for this mission will be 300 gold pieces each. Do you have any questions?"
You know that the Southgate Inn is found just outside the South Gate in Dun Farum and has a large stables. Nyalean is a commerce and trading hub. There's a good road between Dun Farum and Nyalean, with a smaller town named Berwick about halfway along it. The Great Plains are large and flat and are made up of open terrain which has been partially tamed by farmers in some parts, although other parts are wild. It's predominantly grassland, although there are patches of forest and marsh.
For Rothnar:
Nyalean is where you grew up before you family was assassinated many years ago. ((You can share this information or not with your companions as you see fit and I'm happy for to embelish and flesh out the story as you go))
( Deception roll: 5 Will post after seeing the result of the roll ;) )
At the mention of Nyalean, Rothnar's face turns white. He uncounsciolsy closes his fist upon the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turn white.
He doesn't say a thing outloud but even the soul trapped in the ring on his finger feel his anger.
Once Pike ends giving instructions he just stand and walks outside. He had already taken all his things so he is ready to go and, without saying a word neither wait for anyone he puts his hood on to avoid the last remmants of the rain and walks towards the Southgate Inn.
Brayton oblivious to Rothnar’s reaction. “Got it boss, you can count on us.” His assured words come from a man with sunken shoulders and a depressed sigh. Although he knows it’s part of the business, hasn’t developed a fondness for it. “I’ll tell the family then I will be ready.”
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insight 18 Laza turns to Rothnar and says "Anything you wanna fill us in on before we head out here Rothnar my friend?" and adds to Pike "When you say 'don't get caught', is that just to stay out of jail? Or do we need to ensure that the Blades aren't in anyway connected with this as well?"
( Deception roll: 5 Will post after seeing the result of the roll ;) )
At the mention of Nyalean, Rothnar's face turns white. He uncounsciolsy closes his fist upon the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turn white.
He doesn't say a thing outloud but even the soul trapped in the ring on his finger feel his anger.
Once Pike ends giving instructions he just stand and walks outside. He had already taken all his things so he is ready to go and, without saying a word neither wait for anyone he puts his hood on to avoid the last remmants of the rain and walks towards the Southgate Inn.
You feel Quinerious' thoughts enter your mind. It feel as though he's being cautious and is torn between concern, curiosity and not wanting to overstep. "You feel very upset. Anything you want to talk about?"
insight 19 Laza turns to Rothnar and says "Anything you wanna fill us in on before we head out here Rothnar my friend?" and adds to Pike "When you say 'don't get caught', is that just to stay out of jail? Or do we need to ensure that the Blades aren't in anyway connected with this as well?"
((Even with your passive insight, you and everyone else in the room noticed Rothnar's reaction)). You notice Rothnar's emotional response and the fact that he ignored you as he left. You don't have any idea what caused it though.
After you address Pike he smiles at you. "Laza, the Blades don't exist so far as the authorities are concerned. If you get captured or if somebody spots you, they won't tie it to us - you can be sure of that. If you get arrested at any point, we will try to get you out if it's feasible and profitable. You are all valuable assets to the Blades and I would prefer it if you didn't get captured so I wouldn't have to work out if it's worth the resources to free you. So, for your sake and mine, I'm advising you not to stay out of jail. I think our interests align pretty well on this point."
Ruhvon, glowering in the corner as he is typical to do, probes the wooden fangs of his new staff while listening to the mission briefing. "Nothing is ever straight forward as it seems. Though we should come to expect that." He watches as Rothnar storms out of the room. "Someone is certainly in a hurry."
"What kind of merchant is this Sammus? Do we know anything of what kind of protection he employs?" he asks of Pike.
Ignoring Laza's question Rothnar steps out of Pikes office.
As he walks out of the building and head towards the Inn to wait for the others, his initial anger gives way to a feeling of dissapointment. With himself.
"After so many years I should have over it " he thought to himself. Then he senses the thoughts of Quinerious.
"I am... and I shouldn't" he thinks in response " When I was just but a kid my entire family were killed. In that city. I was born and raised there, my family had lived there for generations, but the rest of the city did nothing to find their assasins. Now, as an adult, I understand that there was so little that they could have done. There was no clues, none of the attackers were spotted or aprehended. It was like if a band of ghosts entered my home and killed everyone. I was spared only because I left that night to track some foxes in the forest... but the feelings are still there it seems. I must learn to control them."
Even Quinerious realizes that he was speaking more to himself that replying to the question.
Ruhvon, glowering in the corner as he is typical to do, probes the wooden fangs of his new staff while listening to the mission briefing. "Nothing is ever straight forward as it seems. Though we should come to expect that." He watches as Rothnar storms out of the room. "Someone is certainly in a hurry."
"What kind of merchant is this Sammus? Do we know anything of what kind of protection he employs?" he asks of Pike.
"I know Sammus vaguely by reputation but have never had cause to investigate them much myself. They deal with all manner of goods. I hear they trade everything from food to weapons to arcane artefacts. As for their security, I know that they have a large estate on the outskirts of Nyalean, but that's about all I know. The local representative of the Blades there is named Eloise Piggean, I can give your their address." Pike scrawls down an address on a piece of paper and hands it to you. "They may know more and be able to help you."
Ignoring Laza's question Rothnar steps out of Pikes office.
As he walks out of the building and head towards the Inn to wait for the others, his initial anger gives way to a feeling of dissapointment. With himself.
"After so many years I should have over it " he thought to himself. Then he senses the thoughts of Quinerious.
"I am... and I shouldn't" he thinks in response " When I was just but a kid my entire family were killed. In that city. I was born and raised there, my family had lived there for generations, but the rest of the city did nothing to find their assasins. Now, as an adult, I understand that there was so little that they could have done. There was no clues, none of the attackers were spotted or aprehended. It was like if a band of ghosts entered my home and killed everyone. I was spared only because I left that night to track some foxes in the forest... but the feelings are still there it seems. I must learn to control them."
Even Quinerious realizes that he was speaking more to himself that replying to the question.
You sense Quinerious listens carefully. "That is a sad tale indeed. You and I have more in common than I first thought. I hope the control you seek brings you peace. If you ever wish to talk, I am here."
Rothnar looks up. You're at the Southgate Inn outside town. It's a large wooden inn with a thatched roof, frequented by all kinds of travellers. It has a sprawling stable complex next to it and seems to have done pretty well for itself from all the trade that flows into and out of the town. As yo watch, you spy a group of elves carrying large packs with herbs bursting from the seams dismounting in the stables and handing their mounts to a halfling stablehand before heading into the inn itself.
Dismounting the horse and taking the reigns. “I’ll bring the horses to the stables. You lot want to find a spot at the tavern and begin your inquiries. Just don’t start a fight until I get there, otherwise what else I’m a doing here... right?”
Leading the small herd over to the stables. Looking for a spot to tie them to and talk to a stable hand. “Looking to post up here for I would think a couple days. If you would look after the horses here, would be appreciated.” Brayton begins to bring out his coin purse and pay the stable hand and a generous tip. He may be a thief but understands the needs of the working class and appreciates honest labor for honest prices.
Ruhvon rises and gives Pike a nod. "Sounds like contacting our agent there would be the best course then." He looks the the others of the group and then starts off toward the inn.
(Ready here.)
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"It's ok Quinerious. I will try to explain to you what's happening in our surroundings when I had the time. Let's find us something to see ok? "
PbP Character: A few ;)
Forage, mountain scorpion: 20
Forage, mountain hareball: 14
Poison kit check: 18
"That sounds wonderful Rothnar. Thank you so much for agreeing to take me along. I will try not to distract you too much." You get an impression of relief and joy.
With those rolls you acquire two mountain scorpion stings and one mountain hareball. You take the ingredients back to your lab and set the brewing process in motion using one of each of those ingredients (so you have a mountain scorpion sting left over). You tend to it on and of for a few days, watching liquids change colour and smelling strange odours be emitted. Eventually the process is complete and the potion appears to have been brewed correctly. You acquire one dose of truth serum. The scavenging takes 2 weeks of your time, so you may roll 3d10 for petty crimes, unless there's something else you'd like to do.
Has everyone had a chance to do everything they want? If so, roll for your petty crime income and we'll move on to the next mission!
DM - Silver Blades homebrew
Vonrak Hammerstone - Fighter/Wizard: Pick and Play
(Actually) Brayton would want to trade in his boots of striding and springing for the winged boots, paying the extra.
23
(Good to go here... Gold from odd theivery: 17)
In the days before our next job, Ruhvon finds Rothnar. "I think you would find this of some use than I." The druid holds out a vial of basic poison. "Your blades will have a little extra."
"Thanks it's good to have it" says Rothnar to Ruhvon. "Any idea what Pikes has for us?"
( Rothnar would go and hunt down a gambler who fled the city without paying his debts and after catching him he will deliver it to Pike again. He will speak with his new ring friend during the trip and.. I forgot to lvl up! it's always nice to lvl up hehe )
PbP Character: A few ;)
It's a warm afternoon when Pike next summons you to his office. It's been raining and you can see the mist rising from the ground as the water evaporates. When you enter his office, Pike is alone at his desk writing. He looks up and ushers you in, smiling.
"Welcome, welcome. It's good to see you all again. I have another assignment for you. This one should be quite straightforward. One of our agents in Nyalean received a message by dead-drop, requesting our services. They've provided payment with the job request. It's not time-limited, but we're honour-bound to fulfil it as quickly as we're able. The job is to assassinate a merchant by the name of Sammus Cobran who lives in Nyalean. They're fairly well-known and wealthy and are likely to be guarded to some degree but should be fairly easy to find. I want you to travel to Nyalean and kill Sammus. It doesn't matter how you do it or if you kill anyone else along the way, providing you don't get caught or endanger the mission, of course." His eyes flick briefly to Brayton.
"Nyalean is two days ride through the Great Plains southeast of here. I've prepared some horses which should be waiting for you at the Southgate Inn. I would much prefer it if you could return the horses alive and well. If not, it will come out of your paycheck." He sees your eyes light up at the mention of coin. "Which brings me to the subject of pay. The pay you will receive for this mission will be 300 gold pieces each. Do you have any questions?"
You know that the Southgate Inn is found just outside the South Gate in Dun Farum and has a large stables. Nyalean is a commerce and trading hub. There's a good road between Dun Farum and Nyalean, with a smaller town named Berwick about halfway along it. The Great Plains are large and flat and are made up of open terrain which has been partially tamed by farmers in some parts, although other parts are wild. It's predominantly grassland, although there are patches of forest and marsh.
For Rothnar:
Nyalean is where you grew up before you family was assassinated many years ago. ((You can share this information or not with your companions as you see fit and I'm happy for to embelish and flesh out the story as you go))
DM - Silver Blades homebrew
Vonrak Hammerstone - Fighter/Wizard: Pick and Play
( Deception roll: 5 Will post after seeing the result of the roll ;) )
At the mention of Nyalean, Rothnar's face turns white. He uncounsciolsy closes his fist upon the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turn white.
He doesn't say a thing outloud but even the soul trapped in the ring on his finger feel his anger.
Once Pike ends giving instructions he just stand and walks outside. He had already taken all his things so he is ready to go and, without saying a word neither wait for anyone he puts his hood on to avoid the last remmants of the rain and walks towards the Southgate Inn.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Brayton oblivious to Rothnar’s reaction. “Got it boss, you can count on us.” His assured words come from a man with sunken shoulders and a depressed sigh. Although he knows it’s part of the business, hasn’t developed a fondness for it. “I’ll tell the family then I will be ready.”
insight 18 Laza turns to Rothnar and says "Anything you wanna fill us in on before we head out here Rothnar my friend?" and adds to Pike "When you say 'don't get caught', is that just to stay out of jail? Or do we need to ensure that the Blades aren't in anyway connected with this as well?"
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
You feel Quinerious' thoughts enter your mind. It feel as though he's being cautious and is torn between concern, curiosity and not wanting to overstep. "You feel very upset. Anything you want to talk about?"
((Even with your passive insight, you and everyone else in the room noticed Rothnar's reaction)). You notice Rothnar's emotional response and the fact that he ignored you as he left. You don't have any idea what caused it though.
After you address Pike he smiles at you. "Laza, the Blades don't exist so far as the authorities are concerned. If you get captured or if somebody spots you, they won't tie it to us - you can be sure of that. If you get arrested at any point, we will try to get you out if it's feasible and profitable. You are all valuable assets to the Blades and I would prefer it if you didn't get captured so I wouldn't have to work out if it's worth the resources to free you. So, for your sake and mine, I'm advising you not to stay out of jail. I think our interests align pretty well on this point."
DM - Silver Blades homebrew
Vonrak Hammerstone - Fighter/Wizard: Pick and Play
Ruhvon, glowering in the corner as he is typical to do, probes the wooden fangs of his new staff while listening to the mission briefing. "Nothing is ever straight forward as it seems. Though we should come to expect that." He watches as Rothnar storms out of the room. "Someone is certainly in a hurry."
"What kind of merchant is this Sammus? Do we know anything of what kind of protection he employs?" he asks of Pike.
Ignoring Laza's question Rothnar steps out of Pikes office.
As he walks out of the building and head towards the Inn to wait for the others, his initial anger gives way to a feeling of dissapointment. With himself.
"After so many years I should have over it " he thought to himself. Then he senses the thoughts of Quinerious.
"I am... and I shouldn't" he thinks in response " When I was just but a kid my entire family were killed. In that city. I was born and raised there, my family had lived there for generations, but the rest of the city did nothing to find their assasins. Now, as an adult, I understand that there was so little that they could have done. There was no clues, none of the attackers were spotted or aprehended. It was like if a band of ghosts entered my home and killed everyone. I was spared only because I left that night to track some foxes in the forest... but the feelings are still there it seems. I must learn to control them."
Even Quinerious realizes that he was speaking more to himself that replying to the question.
PbP Character: A few ;)
"I know Sammus vaguely by reputation but have never had cause to investigate them much myself. They deal with all manner of goods. I hear they trade everything from food to weapons to arcane artefacts. As for their security, I know that they have a large estate on the outskirts of Nyalean, but that's about all I know. The local representative of the Blades there is named Eloise Piggean, I can give your their address." Pike scrawls down an address on a piece of paper and hands it to you. "They may know more and be able to help you."
You sense Quinerious listens carefully. "That is a sad tale indeed. You and I have more in common than I first thought. I hope the control you seek brings you peace. If you ever wish to talk, I am here."
Rothnar looks up. You're at the Southgate Inn outside town. It's a large wooden inn with a thatched roof, frequented by all kinds of travellers. It has a sprawling stable complex next to it and seems to have done pretty well for itself from all the trade that flows into and out of the town. As yo watch, you spy a group of elves carrying large packs with herbs bursting from the seams dismounting in the stables and handing their mounts to a halfling stablehand before heading into the inn itself.
DM - Silver Blades homebrew
Vonrak Hammerstone - Fighter/Wizard: Pick and Play
Dismounting the horse and taking the reigns. “I’ll bring the horses to the stables. You lot want to find a spot at the tavern and begin your inquiries. Just don’t start a fight until I get there, otherwise what else I’m a doing here... right?”
Leading the small herd over to the stables. Looking for a spot to tie them to and talk to a stable hand. “Looking to post up here for I would think a couple days. If you would look after the horses here, would be appreciated.” Brayton begins to bring out his coin purse and pay the stable hand and a generous tip. He may be a thief but understands the needs of the working class and appreciates honest labor for honest prices.
For later, I’m an idiot, sorry.
(The Southgate Inn is where we are picking our horses up to head out to the next town. We have a two day journey ahead of us.)
(You know I thought that was weird that it skipped ahead. Even after rereading I got I mixed up. Thanks).
((Sorry if I was unclear., you are still, indeed, in Dun Farum))
Would any of you like to do anything in Dun Farum (including asking Pike any more questions) or are you ready to move on?
DM - Silver Blades homebrew
Vonrak Hammerstone - Fighter/Wizard: Pick and Play
Ready to roll
Ruhvon rises and gives Pike a nod. "Sounds like contacting our agent there would be the best course then." He looks the the others of the group and then starts off toward the inn.
(Ready here.)