((Boyd would like to visit the Weekly Wail after hours. Everyone is invited to join, but it seems like it'll be a sneaky mission))
Boyd steps into the fortune-teller's wagon with Ermasnietsz and takes in the eclectic charm of the old woman's living space. He watches, interested in the possibilities of a real fortune teller, but doesn't interrupt her talk with Erma.
Meresaa smiles at Hiram reassuringly. "I'm certain she'll be fine. Why don't you head home for now and Nathaniel will let you know when she's well enough to talk? There's still much to be done regarding this mystery and we have pressing business to attend to."
Once she sees him off, she returns to the medical tent to try to take a closer look at the purple bugs. Seeing Nikita with the frozen jar, she says, "An excellent idea! Lowering their temperature significantly enough should slow their metabolism and keep them alive without a host for a while longer. Let's use the few spare moments we have to take a look and see if we can discern exactly what they are, where they came from, what they do, and how to best deal with them. If we can just..."
She trails off, seeing the glazed look in the elf's eyes, and waves a hand in front of her face. "Hello?"
A long blue finger taps Nikita on the shoulder, hoping to get her attention.
After a few long moments, Nikita comes back to herself. Moments later, her owl, Thumbtack, flies back into the tent, lands on Nikita's shoulder and begins aggressively grooming herself as if she feels unclean.
"Apologies, lady Meresaa. Thumbtack was scouting. There is a man a little ways outside watching us and mumbling to himself..."
((@DM of course let me know if something prevents Thumbtack from returning to Nikita once she is done scouting, and/or if he owl gained any further information.))
"I believe Faila and I have made sure both that there are no more creatures loose in the immediate vicinity and that both Nancy and Billy are now medically stable, though it certainly looks as if being infected has aged both of them. I added the ice more as a secondary protection beyond the lid of the jar to prevent the creatures from escaping, as they are clearly capable of moving and looking for hosts as one was crawling up Nathaniel'sboot. But if the ice helps you study them, all the better."
"To that point, I have no objection to your researching the creatures right now of course - please go ahead and I will open a hole in the ice and assist in any other way I can. But I am strongly against leaving them behind where a third party could pick them up. They are too dangerous. I believe that unless anyone in our party can identify any good that can come of them, we should then destroy them in a contained way as I have mentioned. But I'm not planning on doing that until we agree as a group and perhaps show Lady Isolde."
"I also believe that referring to them as 'evidence' that I have 'sabotaged' as Ermasnietsz did misses the point. These are patently and imminently dangerous aberrant creatures both capable and seemingly intent on infecting others in lethal fashion, not some inanimate exhibit in a trial. And we've discovered enough about this town and its power structures and conspiracies that I feel confident saying that if this ever does come to a legal contest, we've already lost, regardless of 'evidence'."
"Whenever possible, we need to reconvene as a team and make some decisions, and then likely talk to Lady Isolde. And I think we both already know the one place we almost inevitably have to head at some point after that." (leaving the word 'Prospect' unsaid this time).
((OOC: In terms of places to visit - other than properly dealing with the creatures and reporting toLady Isolde, as for further tasks, here is what is on Nikita's to-do list, though most of it can wait, other than 'Prospect': At the Carnival: - (Assuming others will tell her that they've already talked with Claude, the Illuminated Man, Madame Fortuna, Hiram Melnick). - Professor Pacali and the Hall of Horrors - The Troupers' Gallery In or outside Saltmarsh: - Weekly Wail - Boyd has already talked about doing this in Nikita's presence, which sounds good to her. - Temple of Procan - Nikita wants to talk to the head priest, Welgar Brinehands, along with Dr. Jen Cavendish who replaced Nathaniel to ask some innocent questions (- Few other people and places like talking to Kraddok at western guard barracks. Eventually going to council hall but not now. Same with scouting Rosie Malloy's ship at Crabber's Cove) - 'Prospect' - Nikita believes that regardless, ultimately the party is going to have to go here. This is the only non-negotiable destination in her mind.))
Meanwhile, Ermasnietsz will nod in agreement while responding to the question posed by Madame Fortuna. She sits before the elderly woman while clasping both of her hands together.
(Downtime activity ideas for Ermasnietsz: Buying potions or collecting recipes from Black Market, playing multiple solo-matches of Three-dragon Ante Chess-set, sowing a rumor.)
The familiar flies closer to the gentleman. As she gets within listening distance she picks up some of the man's ramblings - they seem largely incoherent.
"People investigating? Must... must warn. Yes Reggie, let them know."He giggles to himself. "They... they done things... experiments. Poor Asha, poor Asha. Reggie tried to help." The man scratches at his arm obsessively.
"They experimented on me!"his mood suddenly changes, from Thumbtack's vantage point she sees tears streaming down his face. "They ruined poor Reggie's mind!" He wipes his nose on his suit sleeve, the suit is tattered and uncared for. "No one will believe Reggie now... No one... But they might, they're different." He looks briefly like he will move towards the medical tent but decides against it at the last minute, "No Reggie! Careful, they'll laugh. They always laugh. It's aliens dammit. They're everywhere... they try to give Reggie medicine to control his mind but Reggie is cleverer than that!"
The man pulls at his hair seemingly plagued with indecision. "Someone HAS to know!" he practically screams at himself. "Reggie owes it to Asha... Reggie was always a loyal assistant to Asha. Reggie must have strength!"
"NO! Reggie don't!"the man screams at himself his manner changing.
"I must," his voice is innocent now, "for Asha!"
"They'll experiment on you like before! Put those things inside of you again. That what you want... to be worm food?!" The aggressive voice says.
"What about the innocent? What abou..." the softer voice is quieter now.
"NO!"his voice booms out.
Looking up he spots Thumbtack flying low; you can tell that this man is clearly a lot younger than he looks. "Bloody birds! You're one of them aren't ya! Sanguine bloody Cabal they call themselves... loada crap!"
He picks up a nearby rock and hurls it at Thumbtack.
Attack: 8 Damage: 1
The throw is pathetic and it goes nowhere near Thumbtack. A couple of Carnival-goers give the man a sideways glance and a wide berth. Reggie spots them and shies away, retreating away from the Carnival.
Nikita relays everything that Thumbtack told her (spoiler just above) quietly to the 2 PCs in the tent with her (Meresaa and Faila) and will to others as well when she sees them and has a chance. She also notes, for context, that 'Prospect' was Asha Hawkes' supposedly abandoned home.
Nikita leaves Meresaa to her research, using Shape Water to clear enough of a hole in the ice for the jar lid to be opened for now. She has Thumbtack fly 100' distant, hidden just out of sight if possible so there is no obvious connection between Nikita and Thumbtack.
She tries to walk briskly outside the tent as if she is walking to town but passing near Reggie. As she comes close, she will say quietly and innocently:
"Please sir, I am helping professor Karl Rothstein look for a missing colleague: Asha Hawkes. By any chance, do you know of her whereabouts and if anything has happened to her? Please, anything you know might help."
She also tries to observe whether Reggie seems to be suffering from the same infestation that Harold/Nancy/Billy were, though the others did not have this man's seeming split personality.
Faila listens to Nikita's report from her owl. "They have already spread!" she says. "Or, maybe they are being spread." It is clear to Faila, as it seems to be to Nikita, that this broken man of Thumbtack's report has important information, and Faila folds up her Skurra cloak, puts it in her pack, and hurries after Nikita when she leaves the tent to find this Reggie. Perhaps another bedraggled urchin will make him feel more comfortable. Just the description of the poor man makes Faila feel like he is akin to her, in some ways.
Madame Fortuna waves Boyd closer. "Welcome, welcome Boyd,"she chuckles, "fear not you are safe here, this is no trap."
Once both Ermasnietsz and Boyd are seated on the cushions in front of her, Fortuna begins.
"First, I shall deal three cards from the High Deck," she says as she deals the cards. "It is these cards that shall provide insight into your future... know that nothing is set in stone, I shall interpret the cards as best I can. But the future is ever-changing, fluid."
"Now, come closer, my dears,"Madame Fortuna says, leaning in, "let Madame Fortuna tell you what she sees."
She turns the first card;
1st Card - Artifact
“An artefact… Tall it stands, swirling around. Always in balance until it is not. Faltering and stuttering it shall collapse in time. Though created the artefact reveals that which is natural. A caged bird sits next to it, chirping away it wears a red-hood." Madame Fortuna grins and stares through hollow eyes at Ermasnietsz, "such a pretty bird should be freed should it not?"
Madame Fortuna turns the next card and looks at it.
2nd Card - Donjon
"The donjon. The artefact sits deep in a place that was once grand but now sits idle. I see a doll ragged and worn a tarnished tiara sitting upon her golden head. She wears a tatty dress though it was once rich and beautiful it is now torn and ripped. Half a cloth heart has been sewn onto the front of the dress, the other half presumably ripped away. Water rises from the ground, the doll is not much longer for this world." Madame Fortuna shakes her head, "I see large wrought iron gates, providing little prospect of escape."
Madame Fortuna flips the next card and gasps.
3rd Card - Broken One
"The Broken One. I see a man, he is aged beyond his years. Proud and intelligent, he is now broken. His pain..." She stops and shudders, physically moved. "He has lost himself. He holds the truth, yet no one will listen. He preaches in front of a congregation, yet they are deaf. He knows the secrets you seek though he is unaware of it. I see him now standing in front of a mirror pining over the man he once was... weakened in body, he remains strong in mind."
Taking a deep breath, Madam Fortuna continues, the reading taking a toll on her.
"Next we shall draw two cards from the Common Deck,"she explains. "These shall reveal any objects, people, or societies that may yet have a key role in your future..."
"Though my vision has limits,"Fortuna admits, "it is for yourselves to interpret the meaning... though I shall try and aid you."
She flips over the cards, both show the number '7'.
4th Card - Seven of Stars (Illusionist)
"The Illusionist. The card represents lies, deceit and duplicity." Madame Fortuna considers it briefly. "The Illusionist is a tricky card,"she chuckles, "it is as deceitful as the things it foretells. It often appears when there is secrecy and trickery at work. Though it is generally associated with ill that need not be the case."
"However,"she taps on the card sitting next to it.
5th Card - Seven of Glyphs (Charlatan)
"It is rare to see both the seven of stars and the seven of glyphs drawn together. I urge caution." Madame Fortuna says ominously. "The Charlatan is a liar. Professing to believe one thing but actually believing another."
A brief moment passes and Fortuna looks lost. "The fact that both these cards appear together... It is like they are trying to tell me something. A more powerful force is at work here... I..."
Madame Fortuna stops mid-sentence as a number of shall floral chutes begin to sprout from the Common Deck cards. They work their way, like ivy, along the table and across the hands of the fortune teller. She gasps as she feels them. Once the tendrils touch Fortuna's skin they bloom into flowers, bright and beautiful. An array of purple from mauves to violets and indigos. Snatching her hand back, from fear of the unknown, the flowers disappear. There is stillness and silence.
"That was not me," the Fortune Tellers voice wavers, the accent dropped.
"Take care, both of you."Madame Fortuna says in a hushed voice. She rubs her hands together, checking they are still in one piece. She peers around her wagon with uncertainty, looking a lot more elderly and frail than before.
As Nikita and Faila approach Reggie, he briefly looks up before averting his eyes. Close up it is clear to see that he has been living rough for some time, though his clothing suggests this was not always the case; his shirt and waistcoat are well-tailored and fitted.
"Ahh!" Reggie screams before turning with his side to you. "Oh, Asha?" the word seems to instantly calm him. "My friend," he says tearfully, "poor Asha. She's trapped! Caged. Prospect! Reggie knows, trust Reggie."
"Every day Reggie goes to the Weekly Wail. Every day he tells them 'bout Prospect. 'bout the things that happened there," he scratches at his ear with more force than is necessary. "They experimented on poor Reggie. Took worms and put them in my chest!"his voice becomes raised to the point of a scream. "They was crawling around me... I could feel them! aliens!"
"Reggie no! They'll give you drugs,"he says, his voice changing, "remember last time, remember the Temple?!"
The disturbed man starts to hunch away, turning his body as far away from Nikita and Faila as it will go.
Reggie sits on the floor his back to you. When he speaks it is in his 'normal' voice, "I was the assistant to Asha Hawkes. Reggie Clover, once a brilliant mind, now look at me." He looks up to the late afternoon sky. If Nikita and Faila were able to see his face they would notice tears streaming from his eyes. "Asha came to me years ago, I was a student at the academy in Port Torvin. She wanted to engage in a research project located at her home to the west of Saltmarsh - Prospect. She had reason to believe that the property stood on an area where there was a weakening between planes. Farfetched I know but the way she explained it, it just made sense."
"You've done it this time Reggie!" the other voice screams out. The troubled man grasps hold of his arm violently. "The truth must out!" he yells at himself, seemingly enraged.
"I... She had a device. It served to create a tear between planes - a rift if you will. We thought it was harmless. It wasn't until the house and the grounds started changing that we thought otherwise... the local fauna and flora started changing. It was remarkable." When he speaks it is in a very matter-of-fact style, as though reading from a pre-written speech. "There were three of us; myself, Asha and Sedgewick." There is a note of disgust in Reggie's voice when he says the last name.
He buries his head in his hands. "Asha wanted to see if she would be able to travel through the rift. She was convinced that a parallel plane of existence existed beyond. But something happened. That was the last time I saw Asha. She went through and never returned." Reggie rubs at the back of his head, "tried everything I could to get her back... short of entering the rift myself."
"Bloody Sedgewick! Traitor! What he did to Asha and Reggie,"the aggressive voice returns.
"I know, I know,"Reggie says to himself.
"Theodore Sedgewick! Created his little group of friends."
"Yes, that's right - Sanguine Cabal. A rather daft name that..."
"Found that one of the species from the rift was parasitical. Didn't he Reggie?!"
"Yes. Yess! We named it Sagacitas. Draws the life from people."
"That's not all it does though, does it Reggie?!"
"No. No! Sedgewick found a way of withdrawing the energy it drains. Granting him renewed vitality and good fortune. He... He used it on me... He..."
"Used it on poor old Reggie... Keeping him in a cycle of perpetual ill-health. Draining Reggie then nursing him back to health before draining him again."
"Look at my face!"he yells turning to face Nikita and Faila. The left half of his face droops as though suffering from Bell's Palsy. His right-hand curls up in a fist and he strikes the ground.
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It's all true! The worms, the strange travel between planes. The magic that has been getting caught on the rift and used by unscrupulous people... why? I'm always afraid of the wild. But the wild has gotten wilder, and it infects people who live in cities too. It affects even them. At least in nature, the savagery is terrible, but it stays in its own territory. This is so much worse.
Faila comes up to Reggie and crouches down to be on the same level as him sitting there. "I believe you, Reggie," she says. "It's gotten worse, it's spreading. We've seen the worms. We caught a bunch of them. It's terrible that they've done this to you. We're going to go to Prospect and we're going to find out what's going on, so we can stop it. Before it spreads even more."
Nikita's mind whirls, despite the fact that some of Reggie's revelations confirm much of what she and the rest of the group had already gleaned. She glances gratefully at Faila next to her. I'm glad she's here to hear all this with me and comfort this poor man.
At first she says simply: "I believe you, Reggie Clover."
(Echoing the man's name back to himself as Faila did to try to reinforce his identity and ease his doubt).
Sanguine Cabal. I think Boyd had said that O'Toole mentioned them as well. Sounds oddly similar to the Scarlet Brotherhood who operate in this area - perhaps Theodore Sedgewick is part of (or leading?) their covert operation here in Saltmarsh. Very, very dangerous ground.
Regardless: Prospect is where the planar rift seems to be that may be the cause of all of this, including several of us being transported here from other worlds! And Prospect may also be where Sedgewick and others may be experimenting with and feeding off the life force of their captives, not just Harold, Nancy and Billy. Apparently the worms giveth and taketh away! Just potentially to different people. And now they have Esther Freyn.
"Reggie, I do not know whether we can help, but I do believe you. And we will try. Can I ask you: - Asha Hawkes is caged inside Prospect? Or beyond it, in a different plane? Is anyone else a prisoner there? - Who are in Sedgewick's 'little group of friends'? Casper Brinck? Rosie Malloy? Others? - Who at the Temple of Procan gave you drugs? Was it Dr. Cavendish? - Why did you come to the Carnival? I am glad you did. But did you know we would be here? Do they?"
"I thought we're going to lead the round with a silver seer"- Ermasnietsz draws a card from the three dragon ante set that she owns and places it between the cards drawn from the 'common deck'. "Unfortunately, I was mistaken. I might know how to play 'three-dragon ante', but tarot reading and contemplating the meaning of rhetoric are not my thing"- she casts Prestidigitation to create an exact copy of the 'silver seer' and keeps it separated.
Then she will draw 'the archmage' and place it beside the 'artifact' tarot card drawn from the 'high deck'. "We've been looking for the archmage and it's probably guarding the artifact. The queen, the fool, the priest and the illusionist are part of an outer protection but I might be wrong. What do you think Madame?"
Boyd looks more and more worried as this continues on. The fortune teller is hitting on enough details that he believes in her divination, and the things she's saying do not make Boyd happy. When she finishes and the flowers begin to grow up her arms, he physically recoils, pushing his chair back, and stands up to extricate himself from the magical danger. And then it's gone. Nervously, he eyes the fortune teller and his patchwork companion who seems to have remained cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing.
"Ahem." he clears his throat, "sorry about that." He looks torn between sitting back down and leaving. Finally he sits down, but doesn't scoot his chair back in.
"A red hood, eh? I'll bet you a button that'd be our Asha. So... someone's keeping her as a pet, eh?"
He points at the donjon card, "That there's prospect and the doll Ol' Nance said the kidnappers had."
"Broken one..." He shakes his head. "Got no clue."
"Illusion and Charlatan... Hope that's not O'Toole."
What do you think, Ermasnietsz? Any of this make sense to you?
Meresaa's eyes cross a bit before she shakers her head to make sense of the information dump.
"Right," she replies tentatively. "That all sounds lovely. As long as we can examine them. You never know what can be learned until you try. For all we know, their excretions could revive their victims and restore some of their stolen vitality." Her eyes dart back and forth as she imagines all of the unexplored possibilities before refocusing on Nikita. "Oh, and I don't care about trials and local power struggles in the least. Backwater towns like this frequently present their own problems on that level and, from the many historical accounts I've read over the years, can frequently be sidestepped with a properly-administered poison or a well-placed dagger. At least, it's as such where I'm from... Why don't you go see about that strange man and report back to the group if you find anything interesting?" She shrugs and takes the mostly-frozen jar from the elf, places it on a table, and begins to gather things like scalpels, forceps, rags, empty cups/vials/jars, Nathaniel's leather gloves...leaving Nikita to her own devices.
Ermasnietsz has been waiting for the fortune teller woman to respond to the accusations of working as a double-agent. But Boyd's voice draws her attention to the interpretation of the readings. "Hawks? Asha Hawks? So the bird with the red hood is the princess"-she draws a card and places it next to the artifact tarot while retracting the 'archmage'.
She shuffles the cards with the expertise and enthusiasm of an experienced player. If someone inspect her eyes, they will see both of her irises are replaced with tiny stopwatches. She's been attempting to incorporate the rules of the game into tarot card reading to extract information from the elderly woman.
"Three-dragon ante set do not have donjon cards, so let's make one."
A card appears just between the artifact and donjon cards (Prestidigitation). It depicts a landscape filled with large canopied trees shaped like mushroom and colorful growth of fungus. Madame Fortuna's table is now in a haphazard state mimicking the mental condition of the clock-work soul sorcerer.
Faila - Reggie rocks back and forth as you speak to him. He nods, "you're the only person that will listen to Reggie. It's Sedgewick, he's behind all of this... I, I could show you where it is... Prospect. You'd need to find a way to get into the grounds... No way Reggie is stepping in the place, no way." He glances up at you with hopeful eyes.
Nikita - Reggie shrugs at your question. "Beyond, I think... not sure. Reggie doesn't know of any other prisoners... tries to steer clear of the place." He looks as though he is trying to recall the information you seek. "Ah yes, his little group of friends... Brinck, Molloy and..." he gulps, "Rosseta. She was the worse - her temper was as fiery as her hair. She hurt Reggie." He shakes his head, dismissing the thought, "her and her band of thugs."
When you ask about the Temple you see Reggie struggling to come to terms with his treatment having safely compartmentalised the memories away. He fights back emotion as he continues, "Dr Cavendish, yes. Said she was giving things to help Reggie's mind. Told me I had imagined the whole thing. That I had been in a boating incident that had led to my leg... and my..." He lets the sentence go unfinished, touching his face. "Reggie was there for months or years... told I was not safe for society on account of my mood swings," he wipes his eyes. "Please don't send me back... Reggie couldn't cope going back. Reggie will try and stop making up lies."
"They weren't lies you fool!" Reggie's mood changes. "You need to get them back for what they did to you!"
Reggie shakes his head and continues rocking back and forth, attempting to overcome some internal battle. "Reggie heard about the Carnival. Heard about a sickness. Reggie was going to check it out. Next, he sees is a young boy collapse on a street and be carried into the Carnival. Young boy was at Prospect, Reggie believes - came from the direction. Moments ago, Reggie saw a man checking out carriage tracks near the entrance to the Carnival... Seemed to Reggie like you were investigating."
He stops and thinks for a second. "Pretty sure if Reggie knows, Sedgewick knows. Not much gets past him."
Meresaa - You are able to find basic medical equipment in the tent with Nathaniel's assistance. "Any idea of where to start?" Nathaniel enquires curiously.
((Please make either a Nature or a Medicine check to attempt to dissect the creature))
Ermasnietsz - Madam Fortuna sits in silence, unable to see the cards Ermasnietsz draws. "It's no harm to not have the gift, my dear,"she says, oblivious to the cards being duplicated. "I'm not sure about an Archmage... though whatever happened to my cards..." she pats the outstretched cards in front of her. A quizzical look crosses her face as she feels your cards placed on the table. "Are these your three-dragon ante cards, deary? Really now, probably best you leave the fortune-telling to those with the gift,"you notice a pang of pity creeps into her voice.
"As for setting the bird free? I think it best to first discover what the cage is before you attempt to open it. Is it physical or mental? I sense that the Broken Man has the answers you seek." she says ominously.
Boyd - "I'm not sure who this Asha or Prospect is,"Madame Fortuna says with uncertainty. "Though I am glad that you are able to interpret my visions. It is a good sign, is it not? As I told your friend - cages come in many forms. It could be as you say."
Ermasnietsz - Madame Fortuna stepples her hands. "It could be that the doll and the bird reference the same person. If they are it could be that they are in need of assistance, especially if they are held by this Archmage you mention,"she warns.
"I knew some of these tarots are interconnected. The artifact card and donjon card are probably part of the same strength, aren't they?"- Ermasnietsz declares while at the same time targeting the woman with repeated questions. Then she explains the picture of the newly conjured donjon card to Madame Fortuna and asks her for further insight.
"So, the archmage card actually exists. If they are the mastermind, the task of opening the cage will be tricky. I believe we need to locate the broken man before it's too late."
((Boyd would like to visit the Weekly Wail after hours. Everyone is invited to join, but it seems like it'll be a sneaky mission))
Boyd steps into the fortune-teller's wagon with Ermasnietsz and takes in the eclectic charm of the old woman's living space. He watches, interested in the possibilities of a real fortune teller, but doesn't interrupt her talk with Erma.
Meresaa smiles at Hiram reassuringly. "I'm certain she'll be fine. Why don't you head home for now and Nathaniel will let you know when she's well enough to talk? There's still much to be done regarding this mystery and we have pressing business to attend to."
Once she sees him off, she returns to the medical tent to try to take a closer look at the purple bugs. Seeing Nikita with the frozen jar, she says, "An excellent idea! Lowering their temperature significantly enough should slow their metabolism and keep them alive without a host for a while longer. Let's use the few spare moments we have to take a look and see if we can discern exactly what they are, where they came from, what they do, and how to best deal with them. If we can just..."
She trails off, seeing the glazed look in the elf's eyes, and waves a hand in front of her face. "Hello?"
A long blue finger taps Nikita on the shoulder, hoping to get her attention.
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After a few long moments, Nikita comes back to herself. Moments later, her owl, Thumbtack, flies back into the tent, lands on Nikita's shoulder and begins aggressively grooming herself as if she feels unclean.
"Apologies, lady Meresaa. Thumbtack was scouting. There is a man a little ways outside watching us and mumbling to himself..."
((@DM of course let me know if something prevents Thumbtack from returning to Nikita once she is done scouting, and/or if he owl gained any further information.))
"I believe Faila and I have made sure both that there are no more creatures loose in the immediate vicinity and that both Nancy and Billy are now medically stable, though it certainly looks as if being infected has aged both of them. I added the ice more as a secondary protection beyond the lid of the jar to prevent the creatures from escaping, as they are clearly capable of moving and looking for hosts as one was crawling up Nathaniel's boot. But if the ice helps you study them, all the better."
"To that point, I have no objection to your researching the creatures right now of course - please go ahead and I will open a hole in the ice and assist in any other way I can. But I am strongly against leaving them behind where a third party could pick them up. They are too dangerous. I believe that unless anyone in our party can identify any good that can come of them, we should then destroy them in a contained way as I have mentioned. But I'm not planning on doing that until we agree as a group and perhaps show Lady Isolde."
"I also believe that referring to them as 'evidence' that I have 'sabotaged' as Ermasnietsz did misses the point. These are patently and imminently dangerous aberrant creatures both capable and seemingly intent on infecting others in lethal fashion, not some inanimate exhibit in a trial. And we've discovered enough about this town and its power structures and conspiracies that I feel confident saying that if this ever does come to a legal contest, we've already lost, regardless of 'evidence'."
"Whenever possible, we need to reconvene as a team and make some decisions, and then likely talk to Lady Isolde. And I think we both already know the one place we almost inevitably have to head at some point after that." (leaving the word 'Prospect' unsaid this time).
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
((OOC: In terms of places to visit - other than properly dealing with the creatures and reporting to Lady Isolde, as for further tasks, here is what is on Nikita's to-do list, though most of it can wait, other than 'Prospect':
At the Carnival:
- (Assuming others will tell her that they've already talked with Claude, the Illuminated Man, Madame Fortuna, Hiram Melnick).
- Professor Pacali and the Hall of Horrors
- The Troupers' Gallery
In or outside Saltmarsh:
- Weekly Wail - Boyd has already talked about doing this in Nikita's presence, which sounds good to her.
- Temple of Procan - Nikita wants to talk to the head priest, Welgar Brinehands, along with Dr. Jen Cavendish who replaced Nathaniel to ask some innocent questions
(- Few other people and places like talking to Kraddok at western guard barracks. Eventually going to council hall but not now. Same with scouting Rosie Malloy's ship at Crabber's Cove)
- 'Prospect' - Nikita believes that regardless, ultimately the party is going to have to go here. This is the only non-negotiable destination in her mind.))
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Meanwhile, Ermasnietsz will nod in agreement while responding to the question posed by Madame Fortuna. She sits before the elderly woman while clasping both of her hands together.
(Downtime activity ideas for Ermasnietsz: Buying potions or collecting recipes from Black Market, playing multiple solo-matches of Three-dragon Ante Chess-set, sowing a rumor.)
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Thumbtack's Perception check:
The familiar flies closer to the gentleman. As she gets within listening distance she picks up some of the man's ramblings - they seem largely incoherent.
"People investigating? Must... must warn. Yes Reggie, let them know." He giggles to himself. "They... they done things... experiments. Poor Asha, poor Asha. Reggie tried to help." The man scratches at his arm obsessively.
"They experimented on me!" his mood suddenly changes, from Thumbtack's vantage point she sees tears streaming down his face. "They ruined poor Reggie's mind!" He wipes his nose on his suit sleeve, the suit is tattered and uncared for. "No one will believe Reggie now... No one... But they might, they're different." He looks briefly like he will move towards the medical tent but decides against it at the last minute, "No Reggie! Careful, they'll laugh. They always laugh. It's aliens dammit. They're everywhere... they try to give Reggie medicine to control his mind but Reggie is cleverer than that!"
The man pulls at his hair seemingly plagued with indecision. "Someone HAS to know!" he practically screams at himself. "Reggie owes it to Asha... Reggie was always a loyal assistant to Asha. Reggie must have strength!"
"NO! Reggie don't!" the man screams at himself his manner changing.
"I must," his voice is innocent now, "for Asha!"
"They'll experiment on you like before! Put those things inside of you again. That what you want... to be worm food?!" The aggressive voice says.
"What about the innocent? What abou..." the softer voice is quieter now.
"NO!" his voice booms out.
Looking up he spots Thumbtack flying low; you can tell that this man is clearly a lot younger than he looks. "Bloody birds! You're one of them aren't ya! Sanguine bloody Cabal they call themselves... loada crap!"
He picks up a nearby rock and hurls it at Thumbtack.
Attack: 8 Damage: 1
The throw is pathetic and it goes nowhere near Thumbtack. A couple of Carnival-goers give the man a sideways glance and a wide berth. Reggie spots them and shies away, retreating away from the Carnival.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Nikita relays everything that Thumbtack told her (spoiler just above) quietly to the 2 PCs in the tent with her (Meresaa and Faila) and will to others as well when she sees them and has a chance. She also notes, for context, that 'Prospect' was Asha Hawkes' supposedly abandoned home.
Nikita leaves Meresaa to her research, using Shape Water to clear enough of a hole in the ice for the jar lid to be opened for now. She has Thumbtack fly 100' distant, hidden just out of sight if possible so there is no obvious connection between Nikita and Thumbtack.
She tries to walk briskly outside the tent as if she is walking to town but passing near Reggie. As she comes close, she will say quietly and innocently:
"Please sir, I am helping professor Karl Rothstein look for a missing colleague: Asha Hawkes. By any chance, do you know of her whereabouts and if anything has happened to her? Please, anything you know might help."
She also tries to observe whether Reggie seems to be suffering from the same infestation that Harold/Nancy/Billy were, though the others did not have this man's seeming split personality.
((Let me know whether any rolls are needed)).
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Faila listens to Nikita's report from her owl. "They have already spread!" she says. "Or, maybe they are being spread." It is clear to Faila, as it seems to be to Nikita, that this broken man of Thumbtack's report has important information, and Faila folds up her Skurra cloak, puts it in her pack, and hurries after Nikita when she leaves the tent to find this Reggie. Perhaps another bedraggled urchin will make him feel more comfortable. Just the description of the poor man makes Faila feel like he is akin to her, in some ways.
Insight (on Reggie when they reach him): 16
Madame Fortuna's Wagon (Boyd & Ermasnietsz)
Madame Fortuna waves Boyd closer. "Welcome, welcome Boyd," she chuckles, "fear not you are safe here, this is no trap."
Once both Ermasnietsz and Boyd are seated on the cushions in front of her, Fortuna begins.
"First, I shall deal three cards from the High Deck," she says as she deals the cards. "It is these cards that shall provide insight into your future... know that nothing is set in stone, I shall interpret the cards as best I can. But the future is ever-changing, fluid."
"Now, come closer, my dears," Madame Fortuna says, leaning in, "let Madame Fortuna tell you what she sees."
She turns the first card;
1st Card - Artifact
“An artefact… Tall it stands, swirling around. Always in balance until it is not. Faltering and stuttering it shall collapse in time. Though created the artefact reveals that which is natural. A caged bird sits next to it, chirping away it wears a red-hood." Madame Fortuna grins and stares through hollow eyes at Ermasnietsz, "such a pretty bird should be freed should it not?"
Madame Fortuna turns the next card and looks at it.
2nd Card - Donjon
Madame Fortuna flips the next card and gasps.
3rd Card - Broken One
Taking a deep breath, Madam Fortuna continues, the reading taking a toll on her.
"Next we shall draw two cards from the Common Deck," she explains. "These shall reveal any objects, people, or societies that may yet have a key role in your future..."
"Though my vision has limits," Fortuna admits, "it is for yourselves to interpret the meaning... though I shall try and aid you."
She flips over the cards, both show the number '7'.
4th Card - Seven of Stars (Illusionist)
"However," she taps on the card sitting next to it.
5th Card - Seven of Glyphs (Charlatan)
A brief moment passes and Fortuna looks lost. "The fact that both these cards appear together... It is like they are trying to tell me something. A more powerful force is at work here... I..."
Madame Fortuna stops mid-sentence as a number of shall floral chutes begin to sprout from the Common Deck cards. They work their way, like ivy, along the table and across the hands of the fortune teller. She gasps as she feels them. Once the tendrils touch Fortuna's skin they bloom into flowers, bright and beautiful. An array of purple from mauves to violets and indigos. Snatching her hand back, from fear of the unknown, the flowers disappear. There is stillness and silence.
"That was not me," the Fortune Tellers voice wavers, the accent dropped.
"Take care, both of you." Madame Fortuna says in a hushed voice. She rubs her hands together, checking they are still in one piece. She peers around her wagon with uncertainty, looking a lot more elderly and frail than before.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Carnival Periphery (Faila & Nikita)
As Nikita and Faila approach Reggie, he briefly looks up before averting his eyes. Close up it is clear to see that he has been living rough for some time, though his clothing suggests this was not always the case; his shirt and waistcoat are well-tailored and fitted.
"Ahh!" Reggie screams before turning with his side to you. "Oh, Asha?" the word seems to instantly calm him. "My friend," he says tearfully, "poor Asha. She's trapped! Caged. Prospect! Reggie knows, trust Reggie."
"Every day Reggie goes to the Weekly Wail. Every day he tells them 'bout Prospect. 'bout the things that happened there," he scratches at his ear with more force than is necessary. "They experimented on poor Reggie. Took worms and put them in my chest!" his voice becomes raised to the point of a scream. "They was crawling around me... I could feel them! aliens!"
"Reggie no! They'll give you drugs," he says, his voice changing, "remember last time, remember the Temple?!"
The disturbed man starts to hunch away, turning his body as far away from Nikita and Faila as it will go.
Reggie sits on the floor his back to you. When he speaks it is in his 'normal' voice, "I was the assistant to Asha Hawkes. Reggie Clover, once a brilliant mind, now look at me." He looks up to the late afternoon sky. If Nikita and Faila were able to see his face they would notice tears streaming from his eyes. "Asha came to me years ago, I was a student at the academy in Port Torvin. She wanted to engage in a research project located at her home to the west of Saltmarsh - Prospect. She had reason to believe that the property stood on an area where there was a weakening between planes. Farfetched I know but the way she explained it, it just made sense."
"You've done it this time Reggie!" the other voice screams out. The troubled man grasps hold of his arm violently. "The truth must out!" he yells at himself, seemingly enraged.
"I... She had a device. It served to create a tear between planes - a rift if you will. We thought it was harmless. It wasn't until the house and the grounds started changing that we thought otherwise... the local fauna and flora started changing. It was remarkable." When he speaks it is in a very matter-of-fact style, as though reading from a pre-written speech. "There were three of us; myself, Asha and Sedgewick." There is a note of disgust in Reggie's voice when he says the last name.
He buries his head in his hands. "Asha wanted to see if she would be able to travel through the rift. She was convinced that a parallel plane of existence existed beyond. But something happened. That was the last time I saw Asha. She went through and never returned." Reggie rubs at the back of his head, "tried everything I could to get her back... short of entering the rift myself."
"Bloody Sedgewick! Traitor! What he did to Asha and Reggie," the aggressive voice returns.
"I know, I know," Reggie says to himself.
"Theodore Sedgewick! Created his little group of friends."
"Yes, that's right - Sanguine Cabal. A rather daft name that..."
"Found that one of the species from the rift was parasitical. Didn't he Reggie?!"
"Yes. Yess! We named it Sagacitas. Draws the life from people."
"That's not all it does though, does it Reggie?!"
"No. No! Sedgewick found a way of withdrawing the energy it drains. Granting him renewed vitality and good fortune. He... He used it on me... He..."
"Used it on poor old Reggie... Keeping him in a cycle of perpetual ill-health. Draining Reggie then nursing him back to health before draining him again."
"Look at my face!" he yells turning to face Nikita and Faila. The left half of his face droops as though suffering from Bell's Palsy. His right-hand curls up in a fist and he strikes the ground.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
It's all true! The worms, the strange travel between planes. The magic that has been getting caught on the rift and used by unscrupulous people... why? I'm always afraid of the wild. But the wild has gotten wilder, and it infects people who live in cities too. It affects even them. At least in nature, the savagery is terrible, but it stays in its own territory. This is so much worse.
Faila comes up to Reggie and crouches down to be on the same level as him sitting there. "I believe you, Reggie," she says. "It's gotten worse, it's spreading. We've seen the worms. We caught a bunch of them. It's terrible that they've done this to you. We're going to go to Prospect and we're going to find out what's going on, so we can stop it. Before it spreads even more."
Persuasion: 0
Nikita's mind whirls, despite the fact that some of Reggie's revelations confirm much of what she and the rest of the group had already gleaned. She glances gratefully at Faila next to her. I'm glad she's here to hear all this with me and comfort this poor man.
At first she says simply: "I believe you, Reggie Clover."
(Echoing the man's name back to himself as Faila did to try to reinforce his identity and ease his doubt).
Sanguine Cabal. I think Boyd had said that O'Toole mentioned them as well. Sounds oddly similar to the Scarlet Brotherhood who operate in this area - perhaps Theodore Sedgewick is part of (or leading?) their covert operation here in Saltmarsh. Very, very dangerous ground.
Regardless: Prospect is where the planar rift seems to be that may be the cause of all of this, including several of us being transported here from other worlds! And Prospect may also be where Sedgewick and others may be experimenting with and feeding off the life force of their captives, not just Harold, Nancy and Billy. Apparently the worms giveth and taketh away! Just potentially to different people. And now they have Esther Freyn.
"Reggie, I do not know whether we can help, but I do believe you. And we will try. Can I ask you:
- Asha Hawkes is caged inside Prospect? Or beyond it, in a different plane? Is anyone else a prisoner there?
- Who are in Sedgewick's 'little group of friends'? Casper Brinck? Rosie Malloy? Others?
- Who at the Temple of Procan gave you drugs? Was it Dr. Cavendish?
- Why did you come to the Carnival? I am glad you did. But did you know we would be here? Do they?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
"I thought we're going to lead the round with a silver seer"- Ermasnietsz draws a card from the three dragon ante set that she owns and places it between the cards drawn from the 'common deck'. "Unfortunately, I was mistaken. I might know how to play 'three-dragon ante', but tarot reading and contemplating the meaning of rhetoric are not my thing"- she casts Prestidigitation to create an exact copy of the 'silver seer' and keeps it separated.
Then she will draw 'the archmage' and place it beside the 'artifact' tarot card drawn from the 'high deck'. "We've been looking for the archmage and it's probably guarding the artifact. The queen, the fool, the priest and the illusionist are part of an outer protection but I might be wrong. What do you think Madame?"
"And the bird? How do we set her free?"
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Boyd looks more and more worried as this continues on. The fortune teller is hitting on enough details that he believes in her divination, and the things she's saying do not make Boyd happy. When she finishes and the flowers begin to grow up her arms, he physically recoils, pushing his chair back, and stands up to extricate himself from the magical danger. And then it's gone. Nervously, he eyes the fortune teller and his patchwork companion who seems to have remained cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing.
"Ahem." he clears his throat, "sorry about that." He looks torn between sitting back down and leaving. Finally he sits down, but doesn't scoot his chair back in.
"A red hood, eh? I'll bet you a button that'd be our Asha. So... someone's keeping her as a pet, eh?"
He points at the donjon card, "That there's prospect and the doll Ol' Nance said the kidnappers had."
"Broken one..." He shakes his head. "Got no clue."
"Illusion and Charlatan... Hope that's not O'Toole."
What do you think, Ermasnietsz? Any of this make sense to you?
"Right," she replies tentatively. "That all sounds lovely. As long as we can examine them. You never know what can be learned until you try. For all we know, their excretions could revive their victims and restore some of their stolen vitality." Her eyes dart back and forth as she imagines all of the unexplored possibilities before refocusing on Nikita. "Oh, and I don't care about trials and local power struggles in the least. Backwater towns like this frequently present their own problems on that level and, from the many historical accounts I've read over the years, can frequently be sidestepped with a properly-administered poison or a well-placed dagger. At least, it's as such where I'm from... Why don't you go see about that strange man and report back to the group if you find anything interesting?" She shrugs and takes the mostly-frozen jar from the elf, places it on a table, and begins to gather things like scalpels, forceps, rags, empty cups/vials/jars, Nathaniel's leather gloves...leaving Nikita to her own devices.
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Ermasnietsz has been waiting for the fortune teller woman to respond to the accusations of working as a double-agent. But Boyd's voice draws her attention to the interpretation of the readings. "Hawks? Asha Hawks? So the bird with the red hood is the princess"- she draws a card and places it next to the artifact tarot while retracting the 'archmage'.
She shuffles the cards with the expertise and enthusiasm of an experienced player. If someone inspect her eyes, they will see both of her irises are replaced with tiny stopwatches. She's been attempting to incorporate the rules of the game into tarot card reading to extract information from the elderly woman.
"Three-dragon ante set do not have donjon cards, so let's make one."
A card appears just between the artifact and donjon cards (Prestidigitation). It depicts a landscape filled with large canopied trees shaped like mushroom and colorful growth of fungus. Madame Fortuna's table is now in a haphazard state mimicking the mental condition of the clock-work soul sorcerer.
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Carnival Periphery (Faila & Nikita)
Faila - Reggie rocks back and forth as you speak to him. He nods, "you're the only person that will listen to Reggie. It's Sedgewick, he's behind all of this... I, I could show you where it is... Prospect. You'd need to find a way to get into the grounds... No way Reggie is stepping in the place, no way." He glances up at you with hopeful eyes.
Nikita - Reggie shrugs at your question. "Beyond, I think... not sure. Reggie doesn't know of any other prisoners... tries to steer clear of the place." He looks as though he is trying to recall the information you seek. "Ah yes, his little group of friends... Brinck, Molloy and..." he gulps, "Rosseta. She was the worse - her temper was as fiery as her hair. She hurt Reggie." He shakes his head, dismissing the thought, "her and her band of thugs."
When you ask about the Temple you see Reggie struggling to come to terms with his treatment having safely compartmentalised the memories away. He fights back emotion as he continues, "Dr Cavendish, yes. Said she was giving things to help Reggie's mind. Told me I had imagined the whole thing. That I had been in a boating incident that had led to my leg... and my..." He lets the sentence go unfinished, touching his face. "Reggie was there for months or years... told I was not safe for society on account of my mood swings," he wipes his eyes. "Please don't send me back... Reggie couldn't cope going back. Reggie will try and stop making up lies."
"They weren't lies you fool!" Reggie's mood changes. "You need to get them back for what they did to you!"
Reggie shakes his head and continues rocking back and forth, attempting to overcome some internal battle. "Reggie heard about the Carnival. Heard about a sickness. Reggie was going to check it out. Next, he sees is a young boy collapse on a street and be carried into the Carnival. Young boy was at Prospect, Reggie believes - came from the direction. Moments ago, Reggie saw a man checking out carriage tracks near the entrance to the Carnival... Seemed to Reggie like you were investigating."
He stops and thinks for a second. "Pretty sure if Reggie knows, Sedgewick knows. Not much gets past him."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Medical Tent (Meresaa)
Meresaa - You are able to find basic medical equipment in the tent with Nathaniel's assistance. "Any idea of where to start?" Nathaniel enquires curiously.
((Please make either a Nature or a Medicine check to attempt to dissect the creature))
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Madame Fortuna's Wagon (Boyd & Ermasnietsz)
Ermasnietsz - Madam Fortuna sits in silence, unable to see the cards Ermasnietsz draws. "It's no harm to not have the gift, my dear," she says, oblivious to the cards being duplicated. "I'm not sure about an Archmage... though whatever happened to my cards..." she pats the outstretched cards in front of her. A quizzical look crosses her face as she feels your cards placed on the table. "Are these your three-dragon ante cards, deary? Really now, probably best you leave the fortune-telling to those with the gift," you notice a pang of pity creeps into her voice.
"As for setting the bird free? I think it best to first discover what the cage is before you attempt to open it. Is it physical or mental? I sense that the Broken Man has the answers you seek." she says ominously.
Boyd - "I'm not sure who this Asha or Prospect is," Madame Fortuna says with uncertainty. "Though I am glad that you are able to interpret my visions. It is a good sign, is it not? As I told your friend - cages come in many forms. It could be as you say."
Ermasnietsz - Madame Fortuna stepples her hands. "It could be that the doll and the bird reference the same person. If they are it could be that they are in need of assistance, especially if they are held by this Archmage you mention," she warns.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"I knew some of these tarots are interconnected. The artifact card and donjon card are probably part of the same strength, aren't they?"- Ermasnietsz declares while at the same time targeting the woman with repeated questions. Then she explains the picture of the newly conjured donjon card to Madame Fortuna and asks her for further insight.
"So, the archmage card actually exists. If they are the mastermind, the task of opening the cage will be tricky. I believe we need to locate the broken man before it's too late."
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer