Scylla rises rom being healed. He shakes Kalmar’s hand before he goes, “our hope our paths cross again and gods speed on your next mission.”
He then walks up to the dwarf, “Scylla Riptide,” he says to him, “and I agree with my new half-elf friend, though I am more concerned about the dragon than having gifts lavished upon us,” and then gives Daigren a a sideways glance.
While the cleric completes his prayer, Kalmar says his farewells, Nonna manages to barrel in juuust before the gate fully closes, and the rest of the party have their camaraderie, you all hear a stately set of footsteps making their way down a set of spiral stairs. "Ah!" Castellan Escobert the Red exclaims, "Jus' the man we need righ' now guv'ner!"As he speaks, a figure emerges into the torchlight. He is tall, human, and looks to be about sixty years of age, with long brown hair. His kempt brown beard is partially obscurred by a bandage that covers the side of his face. His right arm hings in a sling, and his fine, light blue tunic is stained with almost dried blood. He looks at you all. "It seems I have a group of newcomers to thank for saving several of my own."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Daigren sketches another bow, slightly more formal than his last one. All in a days work, governor, all in a days work.He straightens and brushes dust from his sleeve. Of course work it is, and work is generally done for compensation. Surely the coffers have something to offer an intrepid band of day saving adventurers such as the ones standing before you. It would go a long way toward encouraging our further support of your cause, I’m sure.
Upon seeing the governor descend down the spiral stairs Scylla bows his head before the man. As he listens to Daigren spew his words about coffers and coinage, Scylla’s nose bubbles with smoke and once Daigren is done Scylla clears his throat, his eyes staring at the dirt ground, and says, “your lord, as a foreigner in your land I thank thee for allowing me to enter your sanctuary. Saving your citizens was a duty,” He then looks up over at Daigren, “not a job,” then he turns back, head now bowed again towards the bearded human, “and compensation is not asked from thee. Only, your lord, safe keeping until the situation is better known.. unless a more important deed is needed, my lord.” Scylla then picks his head up from the ground and looks at the bearded gentlemen, the smoke from his nostril slowly dissipating around his head.
Daigren looks at Scylla for a moment, fighting the urge to roll his eyes and then flashes a crooked smile. My stalwart friend has the right of it, of course. And I’ve put the cart before my unhatched chickens, as it were. We are in your debt and at your service should the need arise. What can you tell us of the raid? Are they normal this time of year? Any compensation you feel we deserve can be hashed out when the fighting’s done.
Rol, watching this courteous disagreement play out laughs audibly in the corner. Once he has finished chuckling he stands up and says, I'm Rol ZeDici, 5th of my name. While I never shun a good arrival, that was quite a bit more than I usually demand. That was all a bit...onerous. That can't be standard fare in your town, no?
Rollooks at Daigren, and says, I respect your gall - no one would say you don't speak you mind. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
The governor looks and listens back and forth, from Scylla’s earnest pledge to aid, to Daigren’s good natured request for payment, to Rol’s words of greeting and worry. “This town opens arms to those who would freely offer aid, and welcomes those who duly perform services for dues. As for what the coffers have to offer, come.”
Nighthill leads you all up the spiral staircase whence he came. It travels upward, skipping at least one floor, exiting upon a parapet that encompasses the edge of the keep. From there, you all have the perfect view on just how rampant the destruction is.
”I believe us safe in the keep for now, but this raid is vicious. These cultists, they seem bent on stripping the town of all the material wealth they can get their hands on.” The governor gives you all a measured look. “You all have helped greatly and seem willing to do so further. There are a few things you could do for us.
“One, the raiders seem to be here not for blood but for gold, and as such I believe an all out assault on the keep is unlikely. All the same, Escobert would appreciate a hand defensing the Sally Port.
”Two, there are certainly other townsfolk alive. I believe the place they’re likely to be most concentrated is the town sanctuary, you could mount a rescue.
”Which brings me to three. There is an old tunnel under the keep that Escobert tells me could be cleared out. If done, it would serve as a good way to get townsfolk safely in the keep.
”Of course, I would also like to know more about the cultists and question one.” He points into the distance where a purple robed figure seems to be leading a group of raiders. “I’d advise against going for their leader, even as a group, but a low-ranking officer would do.”
Finishing his tirade, Governor Nighthill looks at all of you. It is currently ~9PM.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
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I believe our first priority should be clearing out the old tunnel underneath the keep so that we can have somewhere the townsfolk can go when we rescue them... as for the cultists...
Nonna thinks back to her time spent in the Dragon Isles to see if she can remember anything about the purple-robed cultists
You think back to your research in the Dragonisle, and you recall nothing like this. Unfortunately there's not much to have known about the cult specifically from Nonna's past experiences, but with that high roll I can tell you confidently that this is something new.
Nonna shrugs her shoulders and lets out a sigh.. I’ve never seen these cultists before... this is absolutely something new we haven’t encountered before. I always like having a backup plan but I would also like to know more about these people....
Scylla looks over the destruction. "I weigh the lives of others over the protection of gold. I say we clear the tunnel and help the townsfolk. We can always mine for more gold in the future."
Governor Nighthill gives you all a measured and appreciative look. "It seems the consensus is to combine the sanctuary rescue with clearing out the old tunnel. Good! Good. You should go back downstairs and speak with Escobert, he knows the structure of the keep best." The governor gives you all one final look. "Look, tonight is going to be a battle of time, and resources. I've resigned myself to the totality of this raid, but we must. do. what. we. can. I'm told that our holy magic is all but out, but there are healers that can administer rudimentary aid each time you return to the keep. Of course if it comes to it you can rest here, but who knows what destruction will be wrought in that time. God's speed, adventurers. Nay, God's speed, heroes!"
Heroes!? You honor us, governor!Daigren heads towards the stairs but turns back as a thought strikes him. Also... I believe heroes receive a higher hourly rate than plain old adventurers... but we can worry about that later.He winks at the Governor C’mon, lads! We have a tunnel to clear, people to rescue, and a town to save! We’d best be about it! Let’s beat feet!He heads down the stairs, taking them two at a time as he sings a jaunty tune. I’ve a bonnie lass that waits for me. In my old town beyond the sea. We are like chickens and eggs as I belong between her legs!
Scylla sighs as Daigren, then shrugs at Nonna before the two of them leaps down the stairs. He gives the governor one last bow and then hustles down to catch up to his companions.
Scylla rises rom being healed. He shakes Kalmar’s hand before he goes, “our hope our paths cross again and gods speed on your next mission.”
He then walks up to the dwarf, “Scylla Riptide,” he says to him, “and I agree with my new half-elf friend, though I am more concerned about the dragon than having gifts lavished upon us,” and then gives Daigren a a sideways glance.
Daigren winks at Scylla.
While the cleric completes his prayer, Kalmar says his farewells, Nonna manages to barrel in juuust before the gate fully closes, and the rest of the party have their camaraderie, you all hear a stately set of footsteps making their way down a set of spiral stairs. "Ah!" Castellan Escobert the Red exclaims, "Jus' the man we need righ' now guv'ner!" As he speaks, a figure emerges into the torchlight. He is tall, human, and looks to be about sixty years of age, with long brown hair. His kempt brown beard is partially obscurred by a bandage that covers the side of his face. His right arm hings in a sling, and his fine, light blue tunic is stained with almost dried blood. He looks at you all. "It seems I have a group of newcomers to thank for saving several of my own."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Daigren sketches another bow, slightly more formal than his last one. All in a days work, governor, all in a days work. He straightens and brushes dust from his sleeve. Of course work it is, and work is generally done for compensation. Surely the coffers have something to offer an intrepid band of day saving adventurers such as the ones standing before you. It would go a long way toward encouraging our further support of your cause, I’m sure.
Upon seeing the governor descend down the spiral stairs Scylla bows his head before the man. As he listens to Daigren spew his words about coffers and coinage, Scylla’s nose bubbles with smoke and once Daigren is done Scylla clears his throat, his eyes staring at the dirt ground, and says, “your lord, as a foreigner in your land I thank thee for allowing me to enter your sanctuary. Saving your citizens was a duty,” He then looks up over at Daigren, “not a job,” then he turns back, head now bowed again towards the bearded human, “and compensation is not asked from thee. Only, your lord, safe keeping until the situation is better known.. unless a more important deed is needed, my lord.” Scylla then picks his head up from the ground and looks at the bearded gentlemen, the smoke from his nostril slowly dissipating around his head.
Daigren looks at Scylla for a moment, fighting the urge to roll his eyes and then flashes a crooked smile. My stalwart friend has the right of it, of course. And I’ve put the cart before my unhatched chickens, as it were. We are in your debt and at your service should the need arise. What can you tell us of the raid? Are they normal this time of year? Any compensation you feel we deserve can be hashed out when the fighting’s done.
Rol, watching this courteous disagreement play out laughs audibly in the corner. Once he has finished chuckling he stands up and says, I'm Rol ZeDici, 5th of my name. While I never shun a good arrival, that was quite a bit more than I usually demand. That was all a bit...onerous. That can't be standard fare in your town, no?
Rol looks at Daigren, and says, I respect your gall - no one would say you don't speak you mind. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Daigren tips an imaginary cap to Rol. The pleasures all mine, Rol. Now, what’s next on the agenda?
The governor looks and listens back and forth, from Scylla’s earnest pledge to aid, to Daigren’s good natured request for payment, to Rol’s words of greeting and worry. “This town opens arms to those who would freely offer aid, and welcomes those who duly perform services for dues. As for what the coffers have to offer, come.”
Nighthill leads you all up the spiral staircase whence he came. It travels upward, skipping at least one floor, exiting upon a parapet that encompasses the edge of the keep. From there, you all have the perfect view on just how rampant the destruction is.
”I believe us safe in the keep for now, but this raid is vicious. These cultists, they seem bent on stripping the town of all the material wealth they can get their hands on.” The governor gives you all a measured look. “You all have helped greatly and seem willing to do so further. There are a few things you could do for us.
“One, the raiders seem to be here not for blood but for gold, and as such I believe an all out assault on the keep is unlikely. All the same, Escobert would appreciate a hand defensing the Sally Port.
”Two, there are certainly other townsfolk alive. I believe the place they’re likely to be most concentrated is the town sanctuary, you could mount a rescue.
”Which brings me to three. There is an old tunnel under the keep that Escobert tells me could be cleared out. If done, it would serve as a good way to get townsfolk safely in the keep.
”Of course, I would also like to know more about the cultists and question one.” He points into the distance where a purple robed figure seems to be leading a group of raiders. “I’d advise against going for their leader, even as a group, but a low-ranking officer would do.”
Finishing his tirade, Governor Nighthill looks at all of you. It is currently ~9PM.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
I believe our first priority should be clearing out the old tunnel underneath the keep so that we can have somewhere the townsfolk can go when we rescue them... as for the cultists...
Nonna thinks back to her time spent in the Dragon Isles to see if she can remember anything about the purple-robed cultists
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Daigren rubs his chin What do you say, lads? I’m for mounting a rescue or catching a baddie. Or clearing the tunnel. I’m open.
Nonna:
You think back to your research in the Dragonisle, and you recall nothing like this. Unfortunately there's not much to have known about the cult specifically from Nonna's past experiences, but with that high roll I can tell you confidently that this is something new.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Nonna shrugs her shoulders and lets out a sigh.. I’ve never seen these cultists before... this is absolutely something new we haven’t encountered before. I always like having a backup plan but I would also like to know more about these people....
Scylla looks over the destruction. "I weigh the lives of others over the protection of gold. I say we clear the tunnel and help the townsfolk. We can always mine for more gold in the future."
Governor Nighthill gives you all a measured and appreciative look. "It seems the consensus is to combine the sanctuary rescue with clearing out the old tunnel. Good! Good. You should go back downstairs and speak with Escobert, he knows the structure of the keep best." The governor gives you all one final look. "Look, tonight is going to be a battle of time, and resources. I've resigned myself to the totality of this raid, but we must. do. what. we. can. I'm told that our holy magic is all but out, but there are healers that can administer rudimentary aid each time you return to the keep. Of course if it comes to it you can rest here, but who knows what destruction will be wrought in that time. God's speed, adventurers. Nay, God's speed, heroes!"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Heroes!? You honor us, governor! Daigren heads towards the stairs but turns back as a thought strikes him. Also... I believe heroes receive a higher hourly rate than plain old adventurers... but we can worry about that later. He winks at the Governor C’mon, lads! We have a tunnel to clear, people to rescue, and a town to save! We’d best be about it! Let’s beat feet! He heads down the stairs, taking them two at a time as he sings a jaunty tune. I’ve a bonnie lass that waits for me. In my old town beyond the sea. We are like chickens and eggs as I belong between her legs!
Nonna looks at Scylla shrugs, winks, gives a curtsey to the governor, before chasing after Daigren and belting the same bawdy tune.
Daigren laughs and dances a little as Nonna joins in
Scylla sighs as Daigren, then shrugs at Nonna before the two of them leaps down the stairs. He gives the governor one last bow and then hustles down to catch up to his companions.
As they rush along to the tunnels Nonna makes sure to grab Governor the helmeted chicken to bring along with them.