Also I am sorry that I acted crazy before. I will now act seriously and try to figure out the puzzle even though Delmon ( and I ) have low Int. I just took a campaign that you undoubtedly worked hard on and messed around with it. I am sorry I could also leave this Forum if you want.
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(Don't sweat it mate. If things get out of hand I'll say so. I was rolling with it, and also having a bit of fun at your expense. Play your character how you like, but just know that if anyone gets too ridiculously aggressive, then they'll probably get beat up by an angry mob.)
(And to be honest, I didn't work that hard on it.)
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I really like this campaign! Did you come up with the riddle by yourself? It is hard! So does the halfling go to my bedroom. Then what happens at the door to the master bedroom? Thanks bye!
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"Well, just in case things get, well, rowdy, again, shall we step away for a bit... ah, kind friend -" Tomaldorin snaps at the bartender with a wizened, knuckled hand. "Would you please have a few flasks of wine and ale sent over to the room of one Althoris? My thanks. Just put it on the conservatory's tab, there's a good fellow." Turning back to the halfling, he gestures towards the rooms. "My name is Tomaldorin the Arcanologist. I am a researcher, a student of history and magic. Yet, for all my years, it seems that you, my friend, are deeply involved in whatever magic has struck us tonight. If you would be so kind, do speak with us a moment about the disturbed witch of some hours ago, of riddles and spilled goblets of wine."
Carnation snatches any drink from a table she passes, just something to hold onto, and leans towards Tom and the halfling. "Well, we have about a minute until chaos breaks out again, maybe we should hurry a bit."
The small group surrounds the halfling as they escort him out of the common room and down the short corridor toward the elf's room, second from the end. As they wait at the door, the impetuous Delmon turns and knocks at the door at the very end of the corridor, but there is no answer. Althoris opens his door and admits the party, while Delmon knocks a second time at the master bedroom. This time only a muffled cry can be heard from within shouting Go Away!
Inside the elf's room, all gather round and acquaint themselves with one another. The halfling introduces himself as Bentley, and as the drinks arrive, he settles himself in to tell his tale.
Mad Maggie, we all call her. Not sure of her real name, but she comes in from time to time. Always alone, never talks, just sits there, drinks her wine and leaves. And the grumpiest old hag you ever met, too! Just look at her sideways and she starts lobbing curses, though never one as bad as this. Dunno why she bothers coming here with that kind of attitude. Mostly we've all learned to leave her be. As for tonight, well I'd noticed she'd dropped something on the floor and was just doing the neighborly thing and crawled under the table to pick it up for her. I didn't want to disturb her at the time, so I thought I'd hang onto it to return it later. Well anyway, I must have bumped the table leg, and instead of showing me gratitude for my unselfish act, she warned me to leave her alone, so I did. But then a little later, thinking she might be getting ready to leave, I thought I'd just perform her the complimentary service of checking that she hadn't dropped anything else under the table, and while I was under there - rotten luck - I bumped the leg again. Well, you can imagine how it breaks my heart that a thoughtful citizen like me doing an old lady a kindly deed should be blamed for bringing down on curse like this, but I tell you, some people just won't be helped, now will they, would you agree?
But we're not the only victims, no, I tell you. There's one fellow here that copped a nasty one from her. Mr Dory his name is, and one of the loveliest fellows you ever met, a long-term patron of the Corona, and the only one that old Mad Maggie would ever talk to. Must have been some kind of business partners, but tight as brother and sister they were. They'd sit together in the corner and talk quietly, exchanging whatever goods they was dealing in, minding their own beeswax, and everything was just fine. But one day some kind of argument broke out. I don't know all the details, but she said he was stiffing her of her share, and he said she was holding something back, and she said he better remember who he's dealing with, and he said she better remember who he's working for, and all that nonsense people talk when they're angry. Anyway, she lays this curse on him and then tails it out of here. Next thing poor Mr Dory is looking all pale and sick, and he starts tipping water on his own head until he's standing in a big puddle. Eventually he goes trundling off to his room, and that's the last we ever seen of him. Now he never comes out, poor old chap. Only one allowed in is the landlord who carts in fresh water for him two or three times a day.
As for her riddle, well I leave it to the more educated folk to handle matters like that. Say, got any more of this wine?
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Lia begins thinking aloud, while sliding her flask of wine, which she hadn't touched, to Bentley. "Could the numbers refer to the order of people who upset this 'Mad Maggie'? Or could they be nicknames for others she's worked with? If her and Mr Dory often met here, could Mr Dory have been meeting others?"
She pauses, catching herself from waffling on. "It would seem we need to pay this Mr Dory a visit."
Just this tiny box of sand, says Bentley, drawing a small ornate wooden box out of a pocket in his tunic. Don't look like much to me. Probably would've forgotten it myself if I'd dropped it under the table. The halfling lifts the lid to take another peek, and it seems to Althoris, who due to his position can see into the box, that the sand inside has a slight glitter to it.
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"Then let's those who tell more, look at it." Althoris extended his hand and took the box from the halfling with a confidence of of someone who has the right to do so. He did not keep the box, though, giving it to Tomaldorin.
Carnation sits near Bentley as he tells the story."If I were you, I'd order several bottles of the wine. Who knows how long it's going to last,"she says and clinks her glass to his. She gets up and tries to get a peak into the wooden box, pulls out a yew leaf behind her back and casts detect Poison and Disease.
Delmon comes into the room and says "We should go visit the hags companion for clues." He than looks at the grains in the box and says "That could be diamond powder." and sits down.
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"Well, if Mr Dory is a long time patron here, could he be staying in one of the rooms here? Perhaps the matser bedroom?" Lia watches the box being passed around but doesn't say anything more.
"I knocked on the master bedroom door and there was someone in there. I say let's go investigate!" Delmon says as he pulls out his short sword and points it towards the ceiling in a cool pose.
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Surprised that Tom did not even bother to look at the box, yet along to check what was inside, Althoris asked directly: "Can you tell what is it?" If he did not get the answer, he would wait until all guests leave and close the door behind them.
"In good time, in good time. I think that perhaps Mr. Dory will be in a more talkative mood if he thinks that we know a little more about the situation than we do, and time, unfortunately, is of the essence."
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Delmon walks over to the halfling offers protection and tells him to go to Delmon's room. Delmon then walk over to the master bedroom door and knocks.
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Also I am sorry that I acted crazy before. I will now act seriously and try to figure out the puzzle even though Delmon ( and I ) have low Int. I just took a campaign that you undoubtedly worked hard on and messed around with it. I am sorry I could also leave this Forum if you want.
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(Don't sweat it mate. If things get out of hand I'll say so. I was rolling with it, and also having a bit of fun at your expense. Play your character how you like, but just know that if anyone gets too ridiculously aggressive, then they'll probably get beat up by an angry mob.)
(And to be honest, I didn't work that hard on it.)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
I really like this campaign! Did you come up with the riddle by yourself? It is hard! So does the halfling go to my bedroom. Then what happens at the door to the master bedroom? Thanks bye!
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(Patience, young grasshopper! I'll allow a bit more time for the others to respond, then progress the story.)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Okay sorry!
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"Well, just in case things get, well, rowdy, again, shall we step away for a bit... ah, kind friend -" Tomaldorin snaps at the bartender with a wizened, knuckled hand. "Would you please have a few flasks of wine and ale sent over to the room of one Althoris? My thanks. Just put it on the conservatory's tab, there's a good fellow." Turning back to the halfling, he gestures towards the rooms. "My name is Tomaldorin the Arcanologist. I am a researcher, a student of history and magic. Yet, for all my years, it seems that you, my friend, are deeply involved in whatever magic has struck us tonight. If you would be so kind, do speak with us a moment about the disturbed witch of some hours ago, of riddles and spilled goblets of wine."
Carnation snatches any drink from a table she passes, just something to hold onto, and leans towards Tom and the halfling. "Well, we have about a minute until chaos breaks out again, maybe we should hurry a bit."
The small group surrounds the halfling as they escort him out of the common room and down the short corridor toward the elf's room, second from the end. As they wait at the door, the impetuous Delmon turns and knocks at the door at the very end of the corridor, but there is no answer. Althoris opens his door and admits the party, while Delmon knocks a second time at the master bedroom. This time only a muffled cry can be heard from within shouting Go Away!
Inside the elf's room, all gather round and acquaint themselves with one another. The halfling introduces himself as Bentley, and as the drinks arrive, he settles himself in to tell his tale.
Mad Maggie, we all call her. Not sure of her real name, but she comes in from time to time. Always alone, never talks, just sits there, drinks her wine and leaves. And the grumpiest old hag you ever met, too! Just look at her sideways and she starts lobbing curses, though never one as bad as this. Dunno why she bothers coming here with that kind of attitude. Mostly we've all learned to leave her be. As for tonight, well I'd noticed she'd dropped something on the floor and was just doing the neighborly thing and crawled under the table to pick it up for her. I didn't want to disturb her at the time, so I thought I'd hang onto it to return it later. Well anyway, I must have bumped the table leg, and instead of showing me gratitude for my unselfish act, she warned me to leave her alone, so I did. But then a little later, thinking she might be getting ready to leave, I thought I'd just perform her the complimentary service of checking that she hadn't dropped anything else under the table, and while I was under there - rotten luck - I bumped the leg again. Well, you can imagine how it breaks my heart that a thoughtful citizen like me doing an old lady a kindly deed should be blamed for bringing down on curse like this, but I tell you, some people just won't be helped, now will they, would you agree?
But we're not the only victims, no, I tell you. There's one fellow here that copped a nasty one from her. Mr Dory his name is, and one of the loveliest fellows you ever met, a long-term patron of the Corona, and the only one that old Mad Maggie would ever talk to. Must have been some kind of business partners, but tight as brother and sister they were. They'd sit together in the corner and talk quietly, exchanging whatever goods they was dealing in, minding their own beeswax, and everything was just fine. But one day some kind of argument broke out. I don't know all the details, but she said he was stiffing her of her share, and he said she was holding something back, and she said he better remember who he's dealing with, and he said she better remember who he's working for, and all that nonsense people talk when they're angry. Anyway, she lays this curse on him and then tails it out of here. Next thing poor Mr Dory is looking all pale and sick, and he starts tipping water on his own head until he's standing in a big puddle. Eventually he goes trundling off to his room, and that's the last we ever seen of him. Now he never comes out, poor old chap. Only one allowed in is the landlord who carts in fresh water for him two or three times a day.
As for her riddle, well I leave it to the more educated folk to handle matters like that. Say, got any more of this wine?
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Lia begins thinking aloud, while sliding her flask of wine, which she hadn't touched, to Bentley. "Could the numbers refer to the order of people who upset this 'Mad Maggie'? Or could they be nicknames for others she's worked with? If her and Mr Dory often met here, could Mr Dory have been meeting others?"
She pauses, catching herself from waffling on. "It would seem we need to pay this Mr Dory a visit."
"And what did a "thoughtful citizen" found on the floor and "did not have a chance to return"?" asked Althoris, not without irony in the voice.
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Just this tiny box of sand, says Bentley, drawing a small ornate wooden box out of a pocket in his tunic. Don't look like much to me. Probably would've forgotten it myself if I'd dropped it under the table. The halfling lifts the lid to take another peek, and it seems to Althoris, who due to his position can see into the box, that the sand inside has a slight glitter to it.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Then let's those who tell more, look at it." Althoris extended his hand and took the box from the halfling with a confidence of of someone who has the right to do so. He did not keep the box, though, giving it to Tomaldorin.
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Carnation sits near Bentley as he tells the story. "If I were you, I'd order several bottles of the wine. Who knows how long it's going to last," she says and clinks her glass to his. She gets up and tries to get a peak into the wooden box, pulls out a yew leaf behind her back and casts detect Poison and Disease.
Delmon comes into the room and says "We should go visit the hags companion for clues." He than looks at the grains in the box and says "That could be diamond powder." and sits down.
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"Well, if Mr Dory is a long time patron here, could he be staying in one of the rooms here? Perhaps the matser bedroom?" Lia watches the box being passed around but doesn't say anything more.
"I knocked on the master bedroom door and there was someone in there. I say let's go investigate!" Delmon says as he pulls out his short sword and points it towards the ceiling in a cool pose.
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Stowing the box in a fold of his robe, Tom grins and orders another drink for the halfling.
"I concur. My thanks, and enjoy the drink." With that, he leads on to the master bedroom.
Surprised that Tom did not even bother to look at the box, yet along to check what was inside, Althoris asked directly: "Can you tell what is it?" If he did not get the answer, he would wait until all guests leave and close the door behind them.
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"In good time, in good time. I think that perhaps Mr. Dory will be in a more talkative mood if he thinks that we know a little more about the situation than we do, and time, unfortunately, is of the essence."