Fort Inevitable stands on the rolling plains near the West Sellen River, close to the forest. This is a rich and gentle land; the town is surrounded by green pastures and wide, golden fields of grain. A strong stone wall with battlements and gatehouses protects Fort Inevitable, and within this formidable defense, the town is an orderly collection of two- and three-story stone houses and workshops with roofs of red tile or blue slate. If the streets seem a little cheerless and drab, at least they’re paved with good cobblestones and cleared regularly.
Nothing epitomizes the essential nature of Fort Inevitable as aptly as the stone citadel of the Hellknights, which looms over the town. There is no difference between martial law and civil authority in Fort Inevitable. The senior officer of the garrison rules as the lord or lady commander, directly overseeing civic administration as well as exercising military command. The current commander is a stern, middle-aged Chelish woman named Paralictor Audara Drovust. She is the commanding officer of the Order of the Pike’s chapter in the Crusader Road region, ruler of the Citadel, high magistrate, tax assessor, director of public works, keeper of the treasury, and chief regulator of business and commerce. No important aspect of the town’s life and activity is left outside the lady commander’s authority.
Fort Inevitable may be an oppressive place to live, but the Hellknights are not mindlessly brutal or vindictive. They crack down viciously on public disorder, enforce curfews, and tightly regulate commerce and transactions, but they don’t harass honest travelers. But it’s a good idea to guard your tongue and watch your step while inside its hard stone walls.
But you are not here for a history lesson on Fort Inevitable. You were drawn to the area by something mysterious, something intriguing, something that could win you fame and fortune. Six miles northeast of Fort Inevitable lies one of the deepest and strangest dungeons to be found anywhere in the lands of the Inner Sea—the Emerald Spire. Like an iceberg, this weird structure shows only a small portion of itself above the surface; level upon level of hidden vaults and mysterious crypts lie buried deep below the ground. Few of the people living in Fort Inevitable or the surrounding lands have even the slightest inkling of the dungeon’s true extent, let alone its astounding age.
Standing in a wide clearing within the Echo Wood, the Emerald Spire is the ruin of a large tower that appears to be made of green glass harder than stone. The upper portions of the tower were destroyed long ago, leaving broken, half melted glass blocks lying jumbled around the tower’s perimeter and the ground nearby. The site is well known to locals from both Fort Inevitable and Thornkeep, and many travelers passing through the Crusader Road area make the trek into the forest to look on the ruins—from a safe distance. The Spire’s ruins are known to be infested with dangerous monsters, and the surroundings attract an unhealthy number of bandits, raiders, and hungry predators.
You find yourselves in the office of Paralictor Audara Drovust, with whom you have been discussing your sponsored expedition into the Emerald Spire. The stern-faced woman has made her expectations known: you five will explore the ruins to the best of your ability, report back regularly with your findings, and split any treasure found therein half-and-half with the town. In return, you are receiving a massive upfront payment of 500 gold per person, to purchase supplies, hirelings, even one of the town's several magical items. You will also have access to the spellcasting abilities of the town's clerics free of charge.
"We wish to know the extent of this mysterious spire," Drovust says, steepling her fingers. "And we hope to add its wealth to the town, and to your own pockets, of course. No doubt the treasures found within will make this payment seem like a paltry sum." She pushes five purses bulging with coin across the table to you. "That is our hope, at least. Any interesting artifacts or magical items are to be brought to us as well, but if you are willing to part with some of your share of the money, we can certainly talk about letting you keep them. Does anybody have any questions?"
Take this opportunity to describe your characters, and to ask any questions you may have.
A small cloaked form moves form the corner opposite the door and reaches out to grab the bag of coins and you can barely hear the words, "Thank you." She removes the hood of her cloak and you see a young halfling lady with black hair topping a tanned lithe body. When she reaches up for the bag, she has to stand on her tiptoes as she is extremely short and the top of her head barely crests the table.
With a voice more regal than you expected hear out of such a timid person she says, "I have no questions at the time I am just happy to help as long as you provide protection while I am resting in the city. Other than that, all the other stipulations work for me." She then slides back to the wall out of everyone's way.
With a heavy clunk a very tall pale pink Tiefling steps forward, black curled horns going over the top of his head, tucked between the horns are thin swept black hair, sunflower yellow eyes dart to the bag and with a hefty hand that almost palm the entire bag. He glances over at the small cloaked figure and grins to himself. You see symbols of stars and moons embroidered on the cloak that covers his back. His shield and hammer at his sides he tosses the bag of gold up into the air gently once.
"I only wish to make the road at night safe... Such a beautiful world is lost to the dangers..." Viktor spoke with a soft tone before flashing eerily white teeth in a grin at Drovust, "Any suggestions on where to stop on the road out of here" He jabs his thumb at the door.
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Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
The next to step forward was a human-looking man. His gray eyes were intense as he looked over the others, and gave Paralictor Audara Drovust a nod of acceptance as he took his bag of coin. "Where can I find a good armorer, or these magic items we can purchase, that you spoke of?" He asks her before he steps back. Across his back he wears a crossed greatsword and maule, both set up for quick draws up over his shoulders. Attached to his pack are javelins and a coil of rope. About his neck hangs a holy amulet.
Kel'dan stands quietly in the corner, his head bowed slightly and covered almost entirely by the hood of a fairly ornate cloak. Glimpses of the face under the hood reveal what would be a rather handsome half-elf, if not for the layers of caked mud and dirt covering his face and beard. Standing fairly tall for a half-elf, even through the heavy cloak the figure appears wiry and gaunt. The feature that most stands out, for anyone who happens to catch a glimpse, is his solid black eyes, appearing to look everyone and nowhere simultaneously. To an observant spectator, it would be clear that this what he is attempting to hide from the world.
He step forward hesitantly accepting the gold, appearing to struggle slightly with the weight of the pouch. He waits for the others to speak before a voice emanates from the hooded figure, raspy and muffled from disuse.
"Yes, ma'am, I have many questions. Though, at this point I believe most are the same for which you are seeking answers yourself." He collects himself slightly as his voice begins to return, in earnest, "Just to make sure I'm clear, however. I am not under arrest for trespassing near the spire, and in fact you now wish to pay me to investigate that very tower whose vicinity I was found exploring? Do I have that correct?" The confusion on his voice is clear as his head raises slightly to meet the eye of Lady Drovust.
A stout female, wrapped head to toe in dark fabrics and leathers, crouches beneath the window, her head turned away from the light streaming into the room. A dagger and sling nestle in her belt, and a shortbow and quiver hang over her hunched shoulders. Stained, fingerless gloves reveal gray, stunted fingers that fidget constantly, often finding their way to the hilt of her dagger. An ample hood covers her head and swallows most of her face, revealing only a gray, cracked-lip chin. She hobbles over toward the desk, some lasting injury having left its mark. She breathes heavily, exerting a visible effort as she battles the sunlight to lift her head and regard Drovust with black, dead eyes. She buries a trembling hand deep into her pouch, producing a small animal skull, a muskrat or opossum, and slings it onto the Paralictor's desk. It bounces across the surface, bouncing off of the woman's arm. Bits of dried, decayed flesh cling to it, as does dried mud and who knows what else. Its empty, hollow eyes stare impassively.
"Ha! Would ye look a' that!" she declares cheerfully. "Perfectly good stew meat just lyin' 'round!" She opens her pouch, revealing a collection of other animal bones--skulls, leg bones, teeth and fingers. "Treasures such as this just restin' everywhere! Found 'em in the ruins on me way here, 'afore that bully of a guard sent me your way. He wouldn't even talk to me, and I had a right many questions, aye! I'll let ye have that'n, but these here're mine." She shakes her bag with delight. She turns to the rest of the party, offering the bag of bones. "Well, It'd be rude not to share with the rest as well, I 'spose. I don't know what ye light-lovers consider good hospitality, but my folk'd share the spoils. Go ahead, don't be shy! They make a right good tea!"
"I'm Lyssma!" she says with a broad smile, revealing sharp, gray teeth. "Lyssma Rumnaheim of the Slugsludge Syncline. That's... far below. But! I recently sent me youngest off to go on his... what would ye call it... vision quest. And so that freed me up to do what I always wanted--travel! So here I am, drawn by the strange energies of that thing."
She turns back to Drovust. "Well, Dearie. What do ye know 'about it so far? Any reports come from within?"
Viktor let his toothy smile fade into a simple grin and a nod to those around him. A small yet well-spoken one, a grey well-armed one, a shy mischievous one, and finally a boisterous small one far from home. Viktor folded his arms across his chest, his chainmail gently clanking against his arms, gauntlets covering most of his hand and forearm. His armor had a glossy shine to it, even though its color was a dark navy, contrasting his pale pink skin. How long he had spent traveling at night with his parents, spreading the word of the beauty of night, protecting travelers, safeguarding the roads? There was something hauntingly beautiful about the Spire as he closed his eyes for a moment thinking of it as he passed on the road alone.
The fame… Fortune… Power…, Viktor thought to himself, If I can bring fear to those who would do harm in the Twilight by conquering this tower, then I will have made my first steps towards greatness…
Viktor leans forward and picks a small skull of a rodentlike creature from the pouch and leans over to quietly address Lyssma while the others converse, “Thank you Lyssma… You are kind to share what is yours.” Viktor inspects the skull and then nods, “We shall have to share recipes, friend.” Viktor tucked away the skull into one of the many pockets of his backpack.
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Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Drovust turns to Ethan and says, "An armorer? You'll want to go to Rillin's Armory, on the North Way. As for magic items, you will find them at The Honest Apprentice, on Juliver Way."
She turns to Kel'dan and says "Correct, you are not under arrest. But do know that this is because you are willing to go down there for the benefit of the town."
"As for what we already know, we know that there are more than three layers to the blasted ruins. Probably many more. The first layer is constantly the home of some goblin tribe or another. We also know that strange technologies are to be found within the ruins. These technologies are to be feared and respected, and more importantly, brought back to us."
"I'll be checking out this magic shop first then.' Ethan says, with a nod of thanks. he listens to the reports, and nods to Lyssma as she offers the bag of bones. "I am good." He informs her. "As we will be traveling together I'll just let you carry them."
He would wait for any more information, then adjust the uniform he wears, which is obviously an old-styled city watch uniform, well maintained and functional, before turning to the door. "Shall we meet up at the city gate, once anyone has completed any shopping they are doing?" he asks the others as he prepares to head out.
Syd looks over the group and when she notices Ethan leaving she follows along behind him a bit,constantly looking over her shoulder she finally timidly speaks up, "S'alright if I come along with you? I want to look over what magic items are available and would prefer not to be alone. You can call me Sid by the way." As she reluctantly offers out her small hand. "Maybe after we see the shop we can grab something to eat, I will pay."
She would be interested in purchasing a Cloak of Protection as well. 5 of the +1 arrows.
Bowing deeply to Paralictor Drovust, Kel'dan replies, "Of course, if our paths align, then I would be happy to help."
Turning to follow the group out, he turns an inquisitive eyes towards the dwarf, before continuing to The Honest Apprentice. Entering the shop, he nods politely to any of his new companions before turning is attention to the items. He takes his time looking over each item, trying his best to understand the task ahead of them.
He lingers particularly long on the Cloak of Protection, before muttering to himself, "No, I would better find myself away from any conflict where this might be useful." Turning his attention to the Robe of Useful Items, he nods to himself and continues to mutter, "Yes... yes. I could see this getting us out of an unfortunate situation or two." He pays the shop keep and makes his way to the city gate, finding a comfortable wall to rest against while waiting for the remainder of his new companions.
Viktor half-bows to the group as they make their exits.
"I will also be making a short stop as it would seem I have the funds to make life a little easier" He laughed sharply once and nodded to Drovust, "Our spoils are the town's spoils. We will make their lives easier fear not" He raised his fist into the air as he left with a grin making his way from the Citadel of the Hellknights. They were well organized and powerful... He thumbed his amulet absent mindedly as he made his way into the town proper. It was sad to see streets not full of life and children playing, but he knew that was his purpose, be it day or night, he would trample the fear that choked the citizens of Fort Inevitable. He passes by a few of his future companions and smiles to each of them, watching them waste little time. Viktor found himself inside a similar shop of the half-elf.
"Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...." He laughed sharply once more before clasping the Half-Elf on his back, "I shall be your shield as well friend fear not... Ahhh yes this looks interesting excuse me dear shop keep, what does this lovely little amulet do for me?" He shouted out across the room as he buys a Periapt of Health.
Viktor tucks the necklace behind his armor and with a smile begins to jog lightly towards the gate waving his hand, laughing as he does so. "Friends, friends! I hope you did not wait long." He makes another half-bow, "All very exciting yes? Adventure, riches, making the world safer for the people, what a blissful day!"
OOC: Don't feel the need to engage Viktor in dialogue if you don't want to, I do it to help flesh him out in my mind a bit more!
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Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Ethan nods to Sid as they walk towards the shop. "I would like to meet up with the rest, but, if there is a place to purchase food, maybe from a street cart or something, we can do so on the way to the city gate." He frowns as they near the magic shop. "If not, maybe we can grab something before leaving town."
Later, at the city gate...
"Just need a few more to arrive and we can be off." Ethan tells Victor as Victor reaches the meeting place. Ethan has the cloak on now, over his chain mail and city watch uniform. He stands at parade rest, simply waiting patiently for the rest of the group to arrive.
The half-elf raises from his makeshift resting place as his companions begin to appear at the gate, "My apologies, it has been a trying few weeks; I am still trying to fully grasp what is going on. In my current disorientation, I failed to properly introduce myself. I am Kel'dan. I am eager to understand the nature of the spire, though I fear I am not much of a fighter. I will do what I can not to slow you down."
Lyssma eagerly accepts the full sack of coins. She pulls one from the pouch and bites it, not because she knows what she's looking for, but because she's heard that's what those with money are supposed to do. Glancing nervously aside, she licks it, spits and makes a funny face, and shoves it back into the coin sack. This she secures to her belt to hang beside her dagger and sling.
"Well, let's be off!" she says cheerily and shuffles along behind the others. Her shorter legs and limp make it a struggle to keep pace with the tall folk. Her hood is drawn down over her face and she keeps her head down, not looking far past her own feet. She keeps next to Viktor, who seemed friendly before. "Blast! I do hope we'll be climbing down into the chamber soon! My folk weren't made for such balmy weather, ye know! Dark 'n damp, that's how we like it." Her breathing becomes labored from the effort to walk and from the light of the sun.
Once inside she shop, she audibly sighs in relief, slouching against the wall to support herself. Her hood she keeps up, as the windows still allow the nasty sunlight to filter in. She sniffs and wipes her eyes and runny nose. "Good day!" she chortles to the proprietor as she moves around the shop, lifting and inspecting nearly everything she comes across.
"Thank you." Syd responds to Ethan and then follows along behind/beside him keeping up as best she can, though always staying just a step behind him.
On the way to the gate she ducks into a merchant real quick and purchase several rations for the group just in case. Then waits at the gate with Ethan, trying to keep in the shadows as much as possible keeping watch on the people coming in and out of the gate.
"I as well forgot to introduce myself as is proper." Then giving a little curtsy, "You can call me Syd, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I also look forward getting out of the open and starting this adventure."
As members of the group arrives, she hands over an additional 4 rations to each person, "You can never have enough food as you never know when you will be without."
"By the Goddess, I apologize in my brash nature I have forgotten to give my introduction." In a much more formal bow, he grasps his hands and bows at the waist almost parallel to the ground, eyes shut, as he stands taller you see his eyes have become pitch black, with small dots of white that almost shimmer like the night sky as he speaks once more, "I am Viktor Dreamweaver. I have travelled with my family until recently. Excuse me if any of my mannerisms are offensive, I often find little socialization outside my parents."
Viktor smiles at Ethan and leans against a nearby wall and watches as people begin arriving, flashing his pearly whites at them as they arrive.
Viktor grins at Kel'dan, "We all have our own strengths friend."
Viktor nods to Syd, "Your kindness is appreciated."
Viktor offers Lyssma his hand as he gets down on one knee. His chainmail shirt dangling against the rest of his clothes, gauntlets on his hands open palm up with slightly sharpened nails that appear to be well taken care of and cleaned. "Please friend, allow me to offer my shoulders as a place of respite on our journey to the Spire." Being this close Lyssma, you would be able to see that on his forearms are intricate sleeve tattoos that look like wisps of air that explode like fireworks into the shape of sunflowers and stars.
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Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Everybody has bought their desired items, and we shall commence the journey tonight! Take this time for roleplay if you like, as you gather at the gate and head towards the tower.
“Very kind of ye, dearie. Sure ye don't want any bones fer yoor tea?” Lyssma accepts the rations from Syd with a slimy but sincere smile.
She selects a baggie of healing supplies, a crowbar, a length of rope, and a potion of healing. At the counter, she reaches up and empties the entire bag of coins. “That ‘nuff?” she asks matter-of-factly. (relying on the shopkeep to be honest here XD)
“Aye, well, don’t mind if I dooo!” Lyssma coos as she grasps Viktor around the shoulders and allows herself to be carried. She pats his shoulder. “Giddy up, hehe! Let’s move quick, yoong man. The darkness awaits!”
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Fort Inevitable stands on the rolling plains near the West Sellen River, close to the forest. This is a rich and gentle land; the town is surrounded by green pastures and wide, golden fields of grain. A strong stone wall with battlements and gatehouses protects Fort Inevitable, and within this formidable defense, the town is an orderly collection of two- and three-story stone houses and workshops with roofs of red tile or blue slate. If the streets seem a little cheerless and drab, at least they’re paved with good cobblestones and cleared regularly.
Nothing epitomizes the essential nature of Fort Inevitable as aptly as the stone citadel of the Hellknights, which looms over the town. There is no difference between martial law and civil authority in Fort Inevitable. The senior officer of the garrison rules as the lord or lady commander, directly overseeing civic administration as well as exercising military command. The current commander is a stern, middle-aged Chelish woman named Paralictor Audara Drovust. She is the commanding officer of the Order of the Pike’s chapter in the Crusader Road region, ruler of the Citadel, high magistrate, tax assessor, director of public works, keeper of the treasury, and chief regulator of business and commerce. No important aspect of the town’s life and activity is left outside the lady commander’s authority.
Fort Inevitable may be an oppressive place to live, but the Hellknights are not mindlessly brutal or vindictive. They crack down viciously on public disorder, enforce curfews, and tightly regulate commerce and transactions, but they don’t harass honest travelers. But it’s a good idea to guard your tongue and watch your step while inside its hard stone walls.
But you are not here for a history lesson on Fort Inevitable. You were drawn to the area by something mysterious, something intriguing, something that could win you fame and fortune. Six miles northeast of Fort Inevitable lies one of the deepest and strangest dungeons to be found anywhere in the lands of the Inner Sea—the Emerald Spire. Like an iceberg, this weird structure shows only a small portion of itself above the surface; level upon level of hidden vaults and mysterious crypts lie buried deep below the ground. Few of the people living in Fort Inevitable or the surrounding lands have even the slightest inkling of the dungeon’s true extent, let alone its astounding age.
Standing in a wide clearing within the Echo Wood, the Emerald Spire is the ruin of a large tower that appears to be made of green glass harder than stone. The upper portions of the tower were destroyed long ago, leaving broken, half melted glass blocks lying jumbled around the tower’s perimeter and the ground nearby. The site is well known to locals from both Fort Inevitable and Thornkeep, and many travelers passing through the Crusader Road area make the trek into the forest to look on the ruins—from a safe distance. The Spire’s ruins are known to be infested with dangerous monsters, and the surroundings attract an unhealthy number of bandits, raiders, and hungry predators.
You find yourselves in the office of Paralictor Audara Drovust, with whom you have been discussing your sponsored expedition into the Emerald Spire. The stern-faced woman has made her expectations known: you five will explore the ruins to the best of your ability, report back regularly with your findings, and split any treasure found therein half-and-half with the town. In return, you are receiving a massive upfront payment of 500 gold per person, to purchase supplies, hirelings, even one of the town's several magical items. You will also have access to the spellcasting abilities of the town's clerics free of charge.
"We wish to know the extent of this mysterious spire," Drovust says, steepling her fingers. "And we hope to add its wealth to the town, and to your own pockets, of course. No doubt the treasures found within will make this payment seem like a paltry sum." She pushes five purses bulging with coin across the table to you. "That is our hope, at least. Any interesting artifacts or magical items are to be brought to us as well, but if you are willing to part with some of your share of the money, we can certainly talk about letting you keep them. Does anybody have any questions?"
Take this opportunity to describe your characters, and to ask any questions you may have.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
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Assume all of my characters are gay.
A small cloaked form moves form the corner opposite the door and reaches out to grab the bag of coins and you can barely hear the words, "Thank you." She removes the hood of her cloak and you see a young halfling lady with black hair topping a tanned lithe body. When she reaches up for the bag, she has to stand on her tiptoes as she is extremely short and the top of her head barely crests the table.
With a voice more regal than you expected hear out of such a timid person she says, "I have no questions at the time I am just happy to help as long as you provide protection while I am resting in the city. Other than that, all the other stipulations work for me." She then slides back to the wall out of everyone's way.
With a heavy clunk a very tall pale pink Tiefling steps forward, black curled horns going over the top of his head, tucked between the horns are thin swept black hair, sunflower yellow eyes dart to the bag and with a hefty hand that almost palm the entire bag. He glances over at the small cloaked figure and grins to himself. You see symbols of stars and moons embroidered on the cloak that covers his back. His shield and hammer at his sides he tosses the bag of gold up into the air gently once.
"I only wish to make the road at night safe... Such a beautiful world is lost to the dangers..." Viktor spoke with a soft tone before flashing eerily white teeth in a grin at Drovust, "Any suggestions on where to stop on the road out of here" He jabs his thumb at the door.
Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
The next to step forward was a human-looking man. His gray eyes were intense as he looked over the others, and gave Paralictor Audara Drovust a nod of acceptance as he took his bag of coin. "Where can I find a good armorer, or these magic items we can purchase, that you spoke of?" He asks her before he steps back. Across his back he wears a crossed greatsword and maule, both set up for quick draws up over his shoulders. Attached to his pack are javelins and a coil of rope. About his neck hangs a holy amulet.
Kel'dan stands quietly in the corner, his head bowed slightly and covered almost entirely by the hood of a fairly ornate cloak. Glimpses of the face under the hood reveal what would be a rather handsome half-elf, if not for the layers of caked mud and dirt covering his face and beard. Standing fairly tall for a half-elf, even through the heavy cloak the figure appears wiry and gaunt. The feature that most stands out, for anyone who happens to catch a glimpse, is his solid black eyes, appearing to look everyone and nowhere simultaneously. To an observant spectator, it would be clear that this what he is attempting to hide from the world.
He step forward hesitantly accepting the gold, appearing to struggle slightly with the weight of the pouch. He waits for the others to speak before a voice emanates from the hooded figure, raspy and muffled from disuse.
"Yes, ma'am, I have many questions. Though, at this point I believe most are the same for which you are seeking answers yourself." He collects himself slightly as his voice begins to return, in earnest, "Just to make sure I'm clear, however. I am not under arrest for trespassing near the spire, and in fact you now wish to pay me to investigate that very tower whose vicinity I was found exploring? Do I have that correct?" The confusion on his voice is clear as his head raises slightly to meet the eye of Lady Drovust.
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A stout female, wrapped head to toe in dark fabrics and leathers, crouches beneath the window, her head turned away from the light streaming into the room. A dagger and sling nestle in her belt, and a shortbow and quiver hang over her hunched shoulders. Stained, fingerless gloves reveal gray, stunted fingers that fidget constantly, often finding their way to the hilt of her dagger. An ample hood covers her head and swallows most of her face, revealing only a gray, cracked-lip chin. She hobbles over toward the desk, some lasting injury having left its mark. She breathes heavily, exerting a visible effort as she battles the sunlight to lift her head and regard Drovust with black, dead eyes. She buries a trembling hand deep into her pouch, producing a small animal skull, a muskrat or opossum, and slings it onto the Paralictor's desk. It bounces across the surface, bouncing off of the woman's arm. Bits of dried, decayed flesh cling to it, as does dried mud and who knows what else. Its empty, hollow eyes stare impassively.
"Ha! Would ye look a' that!" she declares cheerfully. "Perfectly good stew meat just lyin' 'round!" She opens her pouch, revealing a collection of other animal bones--skulls, leg bones, teeth and fingers. "Treasures such as this just restin' everywhere! Found 'em in the ruins on me way here, 'afore that bully of a guard sent me your way. He wouldn't even talk to me, and I had a right many questions, aye! I'll let ye have that'n, but these here're mine." She shakes her bag with delight. She turns to the rest of the party, offering the bag of bones. "Well, It'd be rude not to share with the rest as well, I 'spose. I don't know what ye light-lovers consider good hospitality, but my folk'd share the spoils. Go ahead, don't be shy! They make a right good tea!"
"I'm Lyssma!" she says with a broad smile, revealing sharp, gray teeth. "Lyssma Rumnaheim of the Slugsludge Syncline. That's... far below. But! I recently sent me youngest off to go on his... what would ye call it... vision quest. And so that freed me up to do what I always wanted--travel! So here I am, drawn by the strange energies of that thing."
She turns back to Drovust. "Well, Dearie. What do ye know 'about it so far? Any reports come from within?"
Viktor let his toothy smile fade into a simple grin and a nod to those around him. A small yet well-spoken one, a grey well-armed one, a shy mischievous one, and finally a boisterous small one far from home. Viktor folded his arms across his chest, his chainmail gently clanking against his arms, gauntlets covering most of his hand and forearm. His armor had a glossy shine to it, even though its color was a dark navy, contrasting his pale pink skin. How long he had spent traveling at night with his parents, spreading the word of the beauty of night, protecting travelers, safeguarding the roads? There was something hauntingly beautiful about the Spire as he closed his eyes for a moment thinking of it as he passed on the road alone.
The fame… Fortune… Power…, Viktor thought to himself, If I can bring fear to those who would do harm in the Twilight by conquering this tower, then I will have made my first steps towards greatness…
Viktor leans forward and picks a small skull of a rodentlike creature from the pouch and leans over to quietly address Lyssma while the others converse, “Thank you Lyssma… You are kind to share what is yours.” Viktor inspects the skull and then nods, “We shall have to share recipes, friend.” Viktor tucked away the skull into one of the many pockets of his backpack.
Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Drovust turns to Ethan and says, "An armorer? You'll want to go to Rillin's Armory, on the North Way. As for magic items, you will find them at The Honest Apprentice, on Juliver Way."
She turns to Kel'dan and says "Correct, you are not under arrest. But do know that this is because you are willing to go down there for the benefit of the town."
"As for what we already know, we know that there are more than three layers to the blasted ruins. Probably many more. The first layer is constantly the home of some goblin tribe or another. We also know that strange technologies are to be found within the ruins. These technologies are to be feared and respected, and more importantly, brought back to us."
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
OOC: For the sake of expediency, the armorer sells all armor found in the PHB, and the following magic items are available at The Honest Apprentice:
Eyes of Minute Seeing (150 gp)
Periapt of Health (250 gp)
Cloak of Protection (400 gp)
+1 Shield (450 gp)
10 +1 Arrows (50 gp each)
Robe of Useful Items (400 gp)
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
"I'll be checking out this magic shop first then.' Ethan says, with a nod of thanks. he listens to the reports, and nods to Lyssma as she offers the bag of bones. "I am good." He informs her. "As we will be traveling together I'll just let you carry them."
He would wait for any more information, then adjust the uniform he wears, which is obviously an old-styled city watch uniform, well maintained and functional, before turning to the door. "Shall we meet up at the city gate, once anyone has completed any shopping they are doing?" he asks the others as he prepares to head out.
Ethan will purchase a cloak of protection.
Syd looks over the group and when she notices Ethan leaving she follows along behind him a bit,constantly looking over her shoulder she finally timidly speaks up, "S'alright if I come along with you? I want to look over what magic items are available and would prefer not to be alone. You can call me Sid by the way." As she reluctantly offers out her small hand. "Maybe after we see the shop we can grab something to eat, I will pay."
She would be interested in purchasing a
Cloak of Protection as well.5 of the +1 arrows.Bowing deeply to Paralictor Drovust, Kel'dan replies, "Of course, if our paths align, then I would be happy to help."
Turning to follow the group out, he turns an inquisitive eyes towards the dwarf, before continuing to The Honest Apprentice. Entering the shop, he nods politely to any of his new companions before turning is attention to the items. He takes his time looking over each item, trying his best to understand the task ahead of them.
He lingers particularly long on the Cloak of Protection, before muttering to himself, "No, I would better find myself away from any conflict where this might be useful." Turning his attention to the Robe of Useful Items, he nods to himself and continues to mutter, "Yes... yes. I could see this getting us out of an unfortunate situation or two." He pays the shop keep and makes his way to the city gate, finding a comfortable wall to rest against while waiting for the remainder of his new companions.
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Viktor half-bows to the group as they make their exits.
"I will also be making a short stop as it would seem I have the funds to make life a little easier" He laughed sharply once and nodded to Drovust, "Our spoils are the town's spoils. We will make their lives easier fear not" He raised his fist into the air as he left with a grin making his way from the Citadel of the Hellknights. They were well organized and powerful... He thumbed his amulet absent mindedly as he made his way into the town proper. It was sad to see streets not full of life and children playing, but he knew that was his purpose, be it day or night, he would trample the fear that choked the citizens of Fort Inevitable. He passes by a few of his future companions and smiles to each of them, watching them waste little time. Viktor found himself inside a similar shop of the half-elf.
"Decisions, Decisions, Decisions...." He laughed sharply once more before clasping the Half-Elf on his back, "I shall be your shield as well friend fear not... Ahhh yes this looks interesting excuse me dear shop keep, what does this lovely little amulet do for me?" He shouted out across the room as he buys a Periapt of Health.
Viktor tucks the necklace behind his armor and with a smile begins to jog lightly towards the gate waving his hand, laughing as he does so. "Friends, friends! I hope you did not wait long." He makes another half-bow, "All very exciting yes? Adventure, riches, making the world safer for the people, what a blissful day!"
OOC: Don't feel the need to engage Viktor in dialogue if you don't want to, I do it to help flesh him out in my mind a bit more!
Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Ethan nods to Sid as they walk towards the shop. "I would like to meet up with the rest, but, if there is a place to purchase food, maybe from a street cart or something, we can do so on the way to the city gate." He frowns as they near the magic shop. "If not, maybe we can grab something before leaving town."
Later, at the city gate...
"Just need a few more to arrive and we can be off." Ethan tells Victor as Victor reaches the meeting place. Ethan has the cloak on now, over his chain mail and city watch uniform. He stands at parade rest, simply waiting patiently for the rest of the group to arrive.
The half-elf raises from his makeshift resting place as his companions begin to appear at the gate, "My apologies, it has been a trying few weeks; I am still trying to fully grasp what is going on. In my current disorientation, I failed to properly introduce myself. I am Kel'dan. I am eager to understand the nature of the spire, though I fear I am not much of a fighter. I will do what I can not to slow you down."
Ryndar Shadowsbane - Lvl 3 Eldarin Fighter | Kassar - Lvl 2 Lizardfolk Druid (Circle of Stars) | Finnegan (Finn) Taggert - Lvl 1 Human Cleric (Peace Domain) |
Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Lyssma eagerly accepts the full sack of coins. She pulls one from the pouch and bites it, not because she knows what she's looking for, but because she's heard that's what those with money are supposed to do. Glancing nervously aside, she licks it, spits and makes a funny face, and shoves it back into the coin sack. This she secures to her belt to hang beside her dagger and sling.
"Well, let's be off!" she says cheerily and shuffles along behind the others. Her shorter legs and limp make it a struggle to keep pace with the tall folk. Her hood is drawn down over her face and she keeps her head down, not looking far past her own feet. She keeps next to Viktor, who seemed friendly before. "Blast! I do hope we'll be climbing down into the chamber soon! My folk weren't made for such balmy weather, ye know! Dark 'n damp, that's how we like it." Her breathing becomes labored from the effort to walk and from the light of the sun.
Once inside she shop, she audibly sighs in relief, slouching against the wall to support herself. Her hood she keeps up, as the windows still allow the nasty sunlight to filter in. She sniffs and wipes her eyes and runny nose. "Good day!" she chortles to the proprietor as she moves around the shop, lifting and inspecting nearly everything she comes across.
(Lyssma is looking for the following: healer's kit, crowbar, rope, potion of healing)
"Thank you." Syd responds to Ethan and then follows along behind/beside him keeping up as best she can, though always staying just a step behind him.
On the way to the gate she ducks into a merchant real quick and purchase several rations for the group just in case. Then waits at the gate with Ethan, trying to keep in the shadows as much as possible keeping watch on the people coming in and out of the gate.
"I as well forgot to introduce myself as is proper." Then giving a little curtsy, "You can call me Syd, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I also look forward getting out of the open and starting this adventure."
As members of the group arrives, she hands over an additional 4 rations to each person, "You can never have enough food as you never know when you will be without."
"By the Goddess, I apologize in my brash nature I have forgotten to give my introduction." In a much more formal bow, he grasps his hands and bows at the waist almost parallel to the ground, eyes shut, as he stands taller you see his eyes have become pitch black, with small dots of white that almost shimmer like the night sky as he speaks once more, "I am Viktor Dreamweaver. I have travelled with my family until recently. Excuse me if any of my mannerisms are offensive, I often find little socialization outside my parents."
Viktor smiles at Ethan and leans against a nearby wall and watches as people begin arriving, flashing his pearly whites at them as they arrive.
Viktor grins at Kel'dan, "We all have our own strengths friend."
Viktor nods to Syd, "Your kindness is appreciated."
Viktor offers Lyssma his hand as he gets down on one knee. His chainmail shirt dangling against the rest of his clothes, gauntlets on his hands open palm up with slightly sharpened nails that appear to be well taken care of and cleaned. "Please friend, allow me to offer my shoulders as a place of respite on our journey to the Spire." Being this close Lyssma, you would be able to see that on his forearms are intricate sleeve tattoos that look like wisps of air that explode like fireworks into the shape of sunflowers and stars.
Viktor Dreamweaver - Cleric - "I'm the stuff of nightmares kid."
Tyril Strongbones - Ranger- "I prick and poke until I get what I need... Whether it be supple flesh or cold steel"
Zedair Daardendarian- Fighter- "You were not a challenge. How unfortunate for you."
DM. Player. Teacher. Husband. Cat owner. Dog Lover
Everybody has bought their desired items, and we shall commence the journey tonight! Take this time for roleplay if you like, as you gather at the gate and head towards the tower.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
“Very kind of ye, dearie. Sure ye don't want any bones fer yoor tea?” Lyssma accepts the rations from Syd with a slimy but sincere smile.
She selects a baggie of healing supplies, a crowbar, a length of rope, and a potion of healing. At the counter, she reaches up and empties the entire bag of coins. “That ‘nuff?” she asks matter-of-factly. (relying on the shopkeep to be honest here XD)
“Aye, well, don’t mind if I dooo!” Lyssma coos as she grasps Viktor around the shoulders and allows herself to be carried. She pats his shoulder. “Giddy up, hehe! Let’s move quick, yoong man. The darkness awaits!”