"I DO HAVE SOME CANDLES, THOUGH NOT ON ME. DO YOU HAVE A METHOD FOR GETTING THEM TO YOU, OR WOULD WE NEED TO PAY YOU ANOTHER VISIT? COULD YOU ELABORATE ON THE PROTECTIONS AND LOSS OF FACE?"
Ezra found 6 foxfire candle stubs under his bunk, but left them there.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
“Forgive me, but did you said protections?” Damian asks finding in the word an opportunity. Ezra, you are truly a genius. He thought to himself, grateful for the initiative the clay man took in speaking beyond introductions.“We could lend some helping hands in dealing with anyone who may be causing you trouble.”
They could offer the works of a Mycologene poet also, but something told the warlock it wouldn’t be the kind of thing the Undertaker would enjoy. Truth be said, it would be hard enough to find anyone able to enjoy that kind of verse. Maybe a lad after something obscene. The forbidden beacons the young mind, he knew well enough.
“Otherwise I believe we can, together, offer some coin for your good word.” Damien was fully prepared to hand his arcane focus. The only doubt was if he should tell it was his. It wouldn’t be hard to believe the crystal was simply the result of a last criminal endeavor before being sent to prison. The Undertaker should know better than anyone else how easy it is to pass some item through New Newgate’s inspections. But what if he doesn’t believe? Maybe, just maybe, it was better to tell the truth. “Speaking with the boss seems to be in our best interest so we are open to negotiation.”
(Oh, he left them? I assumed that he grabbed them.)
"Hm. I'm afraid that if you can't give me anything up front, neither can I give you anything. And- you don't know, then? About the reasons for the masks? Why candles are so valuable in here? Why no one can be trusted? Well, then. There are... creatures in this prison. They call them snuffers, for their... unique diet, of candles. I don't know if it's the wax or the flame they desire, but they certainly work as distractions, protection against their claw. I assume they have claws, I've never actually seen one. Or, never seen one and known it was one. They wear faces, tear them off and use them as their own, take on the role of the face's original owner. The masks are for protection, the candles as well."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The Troubled Undertaker nods, and accepts Ezra's payment. "Not much, but enough for a single shiv. Here." Without warning, he pulls from the drawer what is pretty much nothing more than a sharpened iron spike, perhaps once a piece of a cell's bars, and tosses it to Ezra. It is surprisingly well balanced, despite its appearance, and is deadly sharp.
An occurrence! You have lost 6x foxfire candle stubs. You now have 1x prison shiv (dagger).
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((Is Ezra able to use his chisel and hammer in an effective enough manner for them to be viable weapons?))
"THANK YOU, MISTER UNDERTAKER. IF MORE CANDLES SHOULD COME MY WAY, I WILL KEEP YOU IN MIND. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU DESIRE?"
Ezra turns and looks at his smaller companion. He should be better equipped than he is. After all, Ezra has other means to enact his will upon those who would force the matter.
"FRIEND DAMIEN, YOU NEGOTIATED OUR WAY DOWN HERE, YOU SHOULD HAVE THE SHIV."
((Correct me if I'm wrong, Makkiu, but Ezra hasn't witnessed Damien *do* anything other than demonstrate a better knowledge of how the underworld functions yet? And I don't think Damien knows yet any of the stuff Ezra can do beyond being a big clay man with a hammer and chisel?))
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
(Since they aren't meant to be used as weapons, I would allow you to use them as improvised weapons, so 1d4 damage of the appropriate type, but no proficiency. And the two of you haven't witnessed each others' abilities yet, since Ezra's use of the sigil A MISINTERPRETED DESTINATION was hidden beneath his clothes.)
"Hm. Unless you have something specific to offer, I'm afraid I need nothing else from you. If you wish to speak with the Dapper Underworld Boss, I will inform him of you, free of charge."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Nope. I'll give Damien a chance to get his part in, then it's up to the party where they go next, either loitering on this level more or heading back up.)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
He was about to offer the crystal when Ezra pulled out the candle stubs. That made things easier, and the Undertaker soon enough offered a blade. The warlock was more interested in the free information the man had given. The reason for the masks. He had never thought about that. London was well known as a place of eccentricity since long before the fall. The masks could have been anything from a cheap uniform to a wall for the wardens to show power. Certainly it didn’t pass through his mind that it was a protection about face stealing creatures. Snuffers, he committed to memory as the clay offered him the weapon.
“Oh, thank you friend Ezra.”He answers slightly taken back by the giant gentleness. That was far better than the way he got used to be treated in the streets. “But I am not skilled in close quarters. The shiv will be more potent in the hands of someone more melee inclined.” Then he turned to the weapons dealer. “We are newcomers here and your words about these critters are good warning. Thank you, sir. I believe I can speak for my friends that we do wish to speak with the Dapper Underworld Boss and that the Aberrant Ambassador is a rather efficient broker, very well disposed to serve you.”
With another thanks Damien bids his farewell from the mortician and stepped out of the room.
"Should we go back now?"
@DM: Thank you for waiting. @Spider: Absolutely correct. Do you want to explore more? Part of me does, but at the same time the Ambassador warned us to not take too long.
((He said it was unpleasant for him to be in this form, I'd rather not push his good will, but if we see anything worth looking at on our way?))
Ezra gives Damien a bit of a blank look as he wonders what he's gotten himself into... At least some if his fellow inmates look capable in a fight, though the one did seem to enjoy getting punched in the face a little too much.
(Are you all heading back up, then? Or looking around a little more?)
( I would say we would head back, but paying attention on the way. If something unusual happens I believe we would stop to check, otherwise we simply get back.)
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((Agreed. The Aberrant Ambassador has access to places we don't on our own, if it causes him distress to be in this form, I'd rather not lose his willingness to help in the future. Head up, but be on the look out? Passive of 13, active roll for Perception: 12.))
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
As the Aberrant Ambassador leads the group back to the lift, they notice little besides the distinct smell of oldness and the drip, drip, drip of mineral-laden moisture, flowing through the Spike to its tip. The ride back is brief, yet terrifying, as even the tiniest rattles create a great booming sound and cause everyone to lose their footing, if only briefly. Eventually, it opens on your floor, and the Ambassador points out the door to your cells. You look away briefly, and when you turn back he is gone. The room you're currently in is dark, the scarab-lamps dimmed to give the impression of night that the Neath lacks. There are no windows here, but you assume the false-stars are moving above, shining their moonish light onto the peligin waters of the Zee below.
(You can head back to your cells, but you also potentially have the option to explore a little, if you don't mind risking getting caught)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I DO HAVE SOME CANDLES, THOUGH NOT ON ME. DO YOU HAVE A METHOD FOR GETTING THEM TO YOU, OR WOULD WE NEED TO PAY YOU ANOTHER VISIT? COULD YOU ELABORATE ON THE PROTECTIONS AND LOSS OF FACE?"
Ezra found 6 foxfire candle stubs under his bunk, but left them there.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
“Forgive me, but did you said protections?” Damian asks finding in the word an opportunity. Ezra, you are truly a genius. He thought to himself, grateful for the initiative the clay man took in speaking beyond introductions. “We could lend some helping hands in dealing with anyone who may be causing you trouble.”
They could offer the works of a Mycologene poet also, but something told the warlock it wouldn’t be the kind of thing the Undertaker would enjoy. Truth be said, it would be hard enough to find anyone able to enjoy that kind of verse. Maybe a lad after something obscene. The forbidden beacons the young mind, he knew well enough.
“Otherwise I believe we can, together, offer some coin for your good word.” Damien was fully prepared to hand his arcane focus. The only doubt was if he should tell it was his. It wouldn’t be hard to believe the crystal was simply the result of a last criminal endeavor before being sent to prison. The Undertaker should know better than anyone else how easy it is to pass some item through New Newgate’s inspections. But what if he doesn’t believe? Maybe, just maybe, it was better to tell the truth. “Speaking with the boss seems to be in our best interest so we are open to negotiation.”
(Oh, he left them? I assumed that he grabbed them.)
"Hm. I'm afraid that if you can't give me anything up front, neither can I give you anything. And- you don't know, then? About the reasons for the masks? Why candles are so valuable in here? Why no one can be trusted? Well, then. There are... creatures in this prison. They call them snuffers, for their... unique diet, of candles. I don't know if it's the wax or the flame they desire, but they certainly work as distractions, protection against their claw. I assume they have claws, I've never actually seen one. Or, never seen one and known it was one. They wear faces, tear them off and use them as their own, take on the role of the face's original owner. The masks are for protection, the candles as well."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((I assumed he didn't have anywhere convenient to stow them on his person, perhaps should have inquired further at the time.))
"THESE SNUFFERS... ARE THEY ALIVE? DO THEY ONLY SEEK FACES OF FLESH, OR THOSE OF CLAY AS WELL?"
If they live, they can die, as Ezra reasons it.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Ezra would have pockets, and the candles aren't particularly large. If you'd like, I'd allow you to have them now, but that's up to you)
"I couldn't tell you, really. But I doubt it. The faces of your people don't come off as easily as human skin."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((I'll take your generous offer and have Ezra find them in his pockets then, rather than have to figure out some way to make the deal happen later.))
Ezra puts his hand in a pocket and seems surprised when he pulls out a candle stub.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
The Troubled Undertaker nods, and accepts Ezra's payment. "Not much, but enough for a single shiv. Here." Without warning, he pulls from the drawer what is pretty much nothing more than a sharpened iron spike, perhaps once a piece of a cell's bars, and tosses it to Ezra. It is surprisingly well balanced, despite its appearance, and is deadly sharp.
An occurrence! You have lost 6x foxfire candle stubs. You now have 1x prison shiv (dagger).
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((Is Ezra able to use his chisel and hammer in an effective enough manner for them to be viable weapons?))
"THANK YOU, MISTER UNDERTAKER. IF MORE CANDLES SHOULD COME MY WAY, I WILL KEEP YOU IN MIND. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU DESIRE?"
Ezra turns and looks at his smaller companion. He should be better equipped than he is. After all, Ezra has other means to enact his will upon those who would force the matter.
"FRIEND DAMIEN, YOU NEGOTIATED OUR WAY DOWN HERE, YOU SHOULD HAVE THE SHIV."
((Correct me if I'm wrong, Makkiu, but Ezra hasn't witnessed Damien *do* anything other than demonstrate a better knowledge of how the underworld functions yet? And I don't think Damien knows yet any of the stuff Ezra can do beyond being a big clay man with a hammer and chisel?))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Since they aren't meant to be used as weapons, I would allow you to use them as improvised weapons, so 1d4 damage of the appropriate type, but no proficiency. And the two of you haven't witnessed each others' abilities yet, since Ezra's use of the sigil A MISINTERPRETED DESTINATION was hidden beneath his clothes.)
"Hm. Unless you have something specific to offer, I'm afraid I need nothing else from you. If you wish to speak with the Dapper Underworld Boss, I will inform him of you, free of charge."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((Sounds good to me. Would they be considered 'light' improvised weapons if he wanted to attack with one in each hand?))
"THAT WOULD BE MOST APPRECIATED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Nope. I'll give Damien a chance to get his part in, then it's up to the party where they go next, either loitering on this level more or heading back up.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
He was about to offer the crystal when Ezra pulled out the candle stubs. That made things easier, and the Undertaker soon enough offered a blade. The warlock was more interested in the free information the man had given. The reason for the masks. He had never thought about that. London was well known as a place of eccentricity since long before the fall. The masks could have been anything from a cheap uniform to a wall for the wardens to show power. Certainly it didn’t pass through his mind that it was a protection about face stealing creatures. Snuffers, he committed to memory as the clay offered him the weapon.
“Oh, thank you friend Ezra.” He answers slightly taken back by the giant gentleness. That was far better than the way he got used to be treated in the streets. “But I am not skilled in close quarters. The shiv will be more potent in the hands of someone more melee inclined.” Then he turned to the weapons dealer. “We are newcomers here and your words about these critters are good warning. Thank you, sir. I believe I can speak for my friends that we do wish to speak with the Dapper Underworld Boss and that the Aberrant Ambassador is a rather efficient broker, very well disposed to serve you.”
With another thanks Damien bids his farewell from the mortician and stepped out of the room.
"Should we go back now?"
@DM: Thank you for waiting.
@Spider: Absolutely correct. Do you want to explore more? Part of me does, but at the same time the Ambassador warned us to not take too long.
((He said it was unpleasant for him to be in this form, I'd rather not push his good will, but if we see anything worth looking at on our way?))
Ezra gives Damien a bit of a blank look as he wonders what he's gotten himself into... At least some if his fellow inmates look capable in a fight, though the one did seem to enjoy getting punched in the face a little too much.
He nods and tucks the shiv away.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Are you all heading back up, then? Or looking around a little more?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
( I would say we would head back, but paying attention on the way. If something unusual happens I believe we would stop to check, otherwise we simply get back.)
((Agreed. The Aberrant Ambassador has access to places we don't on our own, if it causes him distress to be in this form, I'd rather not lose his willingness to help in the future. Head up, but be on the look out? Passive of 13, active roll for Perception: 12.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Damien Perception Check (Passive 12): 22
As the Aberrant Ambassador leads the group back to the lift, they notice little besides the distinct smell of oldness and the drip, drip, drip of mineral-laden moisture, flowing through the Spike to its tip. The ride back is brief, yet terrifying, as even the tiniest rattles create a great booming sound and cause everyone to lose their footing, if only briefly. Eventually, it opens on your floor, and the Ambassador points out the door to your cells. You look away briefly, and when you turn back he is gone. The room you're currently in is dark, the scarab-lamps dimmed to give the impression of night that the Neath lacks. There are no windows here, but you assume the false-stars are moving above, shining their moonish light onto the peligin waters of the Zee below.
(You can head back to your cells, but you also potentially have the option to explore a little, if you don't mind risking getting caught)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
((Are we saying it was just the two of us that went down, or are the others still with us until you narratively sideline them?))
"I AM NOT BOTHERED BY DARKNESS, BUT I KNOW NOT ALL EYES OF FLESH CAN PEER THROUGH IT. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
Ezra asks in something approaching a whisper for him.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(The others will be choosing to go back, but it's up to the two of you whether you stay or not.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."