Anborn hammer rests on the open hand for.a moment before it disappears . The light speaks up “Excellent choice.” The second door from the left opens up.
Each of you walk through the door that opened upon your offering...
You enter through the door.The darkness turns into twilight, the warmth from the castle garden leaves him as a chill wind blows fiercely, sweeping dirt across the ground.Standing on the precipice of a mountain top.Wastelands are all you can see.The plateau of a peak that you stand slowly eroding over time.You begin to hear the low beating of wings, vision obscured by the dust.Until the ground shakes beneath you.A giant Platinum lands before you.Reading its head back and bellows a guttural growl, strong enough to stop the wind for a brief moment.The heat of its breath battering you.The smell of burnt oxygen and sparks of electricity begin to fly.
What do you want to do?
You walk though the door.Stepping in a new cobblestone path you see a stone wall with a steel gate.Behind the gate is a light tower, lit aflame and burning brightly.The smell of burning oils and woods lay thick in the air.A guard post lies empty, bones lie on the ground all around.A voice booms overhead.“You’re the center of attention, the one with a tune.Take your charge, keep vigilant, keep quiet, does your sense of duty outweigh your pride?
What would you like to do?
You walk through the door.You are in a room, one wooden door to the left.The rest stone.To the right are tools of torture spread out across the table.Salt and iron linger in the air from blood and tears.Three people are tied to chairs.Pleading their cases, it’s a cacophony of jumbled words and bargains that you can’t make sense of.The pleas go silent at once.The torchlight flickers as a voice from everywhere and nowhere creeps all around you.“One of these suspects committed a murder, find the culprit and send them on the path of redemption.Be just, be swift.”
What would you like to do?
You walk in through the door to find yourself in a throne room.The king and queen dressed in elegance, having donned all the aspects of royalty.Sitting in their seats, you’re standing next to them.There is a group of three men standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up.A farmer, a teacher, a guard.The kind looks to you.The three men all share signs of poverty and hunger. “We only have enough in the royal funds to aid two of these men.As treasurer, inform which one of these men will be sent home empty handed.”The king looks back to the men, the men all expectantly look to you.
(I’ll allow it)Shelley pinches the door. Looking back at the statue what was once an open palm extending forward is now a fist. The door begins to crack and crumble allowing access.
You walk into a room, a large cavernous space.Jagged stone as stalactites and stalagmites reach out towards each other.The air is cold and humid, but stagnant.An emaciated man sits in the ground in front of four pathways.Each pathway has another famished and frail body in the fetal position.The man raises his head and through broken teeth he says “through compassion we spare the others from suffering and elevate them to new heights.From shouldering their suffering, you show them compassion.” He motions his hand sending you to the four paths that lay before you.
Anborn: The teacher steps forward. “But it’s not for me or even for food. It’s to fund the schools. How can you so callously disregard the future of the children, you the kingdom? There will be no one to feed once they resort to stealing and murder! The farmer stands defiantly fuming with anger directed at you.
Shelley: “not my journey, but theirs.”He points to the four people laying on the grown, spread apart. Each at the start of their own path. Walking over to the first person. A woman with brown hair. Lifting her up over your shoulder. You step to walk down the path. The path ignites with and orange white hot glow of burning coals.
Misery attempts to comprehend the words, while he looks around the place he has been put near. He though there for a minute, examining the bones and the cabin, processing the words and finally muttering to his breath, sure that his god will hear regardless. “I deeply apologize for my confusion, but I do not understand for what reason I must be quiet. All these years I polished the craft of persuasion and performance, I studied your ways and taught them. I was guided by you in times where there was no one to guide. Everything I do is out of duty, for my life is in duty. Torm, I have already died once, when they brought me to the temple. They could have dumped me in the forest, they could have sold me to the slavers, yet by your will I was brought to you. Everything past that day, to me, is extra. And with that extra I shall do whatever I can to help others find a way”. He smiled faintly throughout the whole speech, going over the empty cabinet, and eventually moving towards the tower. After he finishes he stretches his hand towards the flute, but stops to hear the response of the voice first.
Misery : The voice calls out. It’s one thing to keep your honor with the praise and reward from others. But does that duty remain, when your name would be forgotten to time? Take you your post, be vigilant; keep to the side and out of the forefront.
Anborn: The teacher calls back. You sit there and say their isn’t money? Enough money rests in the ring on the kings finger. Money that can be used for the real people on the street! The farmer and Guard begin to chime in and agree with the teacher. “He’s right you know, the royal family feasts each night, protected by stone walls, taught by the best of private tutors. Why should we suffer while you all sit here in comfort? You treat the gold for us as a treat, when you withheld it from us to begin with.”
"There is no time for subtlety, for that I am sorry. You will have to give me what I need so that we can move forward, answer truthfully and you will have nothing to fear."
Walking to stand in front of the first person he leans in close and whispers "Tell me how you commited the murder, I would be most grateful." He then activates his helm of telepathy detecting the thoughts of the suspect.
He also studies the suspect intently and repeats the question until satisfied with the answers.
Casts Detect Thoughts and continuing to probe if necessary which forces a DC13 Wisdom save or the spell ends.
Insight (Any roll of 7 or less is counted as 8, so the minimum roll should be 14) 15
He repeats the process with the others (Insight rolls 14 and 18
Anborn turns towards the king. "He raises a fair point. Are the coffers so bad that you can't provide for your own people?"
The king turns back to Anborn. “What chaos would ensue if we were obliged to give money to everyone seeking funds that waltzed in here? However we keep the Kingdoms treasury is held onto in cases of dire circumstances. What happens during a long winter and our crops don’t yield what they need? We have to import more? What about when foreigners invade our land and the guard isn’t enough? We hire and train soldiers. Whether it be coin or ring, it’s been kept for another purpose, a higher purpose. It would be anarchy if we don’t keep order.
Shelly nods. And she gingerly lifts the woman and puts her over her shoulder. And begins to walk the coals.
Walking across the coals, you take 10 fire damage. The woman unscathed. When you go to drop her off, she is able to stand on her own to feet again. She turns around. “Thank you, but they need your help too.” As she points back to the others still waiting, still weak.
After hearing the voice Misery sighs and casts Invisibility on himself. He then moves towards the tower, trying to see if there is an entrance or any people that need help.
Perception if needed: 16
There is no visible way to get through the gate, after kicking some of the bones out of the way, you find two worn down spots on the stone pathway. It’s next to the gate, look to be shoe sized marks, eroded after prolonged wear and tear at that particular spot.