"Darby Zook Brindleboc at your service, but my friends or those to lazy to say it all call me Dar." The gnome says as he nods to the new dwarf, moving forward to pull his meal closer as he gives the woman serving a smile as well.
"Well," says Grim with a look at Hlin, "I don' suppose is a secret. But there's been a few killin's... more than jus' the sacrifices." He hesitates and lowers his voice a little. "As ya' can tell the Frostmaiden is cursed th'land. All the Ten Towns offer somethin' t' Her to try to appease her anger. A few... more desperate 'n less savory towns have taken to offerin' their fellow townsfolk as offerin's."
"But, while these killin's happened in these same towns, these killin's been different. I was thinking t'ask Dwalt to help me find the killer."
"What?" Sarya blurts out, stopping with her eating. "Are you saying there are other towns up here actually sacrificing people?" She says, seemingly appalled by the thought, then moving slightly closer tho Ghathi as if she was afraid of being sacrificed next herself.
Ghathi nods, "When passing through in the past I'd seen towns leave food or sometimes a person out in the open. That must have been their offerings to Auril. I've never seen that in Goodmead though." He looks at Grim, "Do they truly sacrifice their own people? I'd originally thought it was a way of dealing with criminals or something."
The quality of the sold pelts wasn't great, the man you often deal with just offered 1 so for the pelts (which were from small/medium animals, hare, fox and mountain goat)
((Coming Forward you'll be able to roll survival to aquire more pelts if that interests you.))
Grim laughs sadly. "You're assuming any morality was here in the first place."
Then he shakes his head. "No, no that's no' fair. There ARE good folk here in th' Dale. Most of th' Towns' Speakers are generally okay people. They would end th' sacrifices in a heartbeat if'n they could. But they call them 'necessary evils.' As a druid, I know Auril's wrath is mighty, but I also know if she could be appeased this way, she woulda' been afor' now."
The dwarf nods at Ghathi, sending the bones in his beard clacking. "All the towns offer sacrifices t' Her, but only three offer their own citizens. Bryn Shander, Easthaven, and Targos. They hold a lottery the afternoon afor' the new moon. The unlucky soul chosen is sacrificed at nightfall."
Sarya shifts in her chair as if uncomfortable when Ghathi mentions taking care of criminals, and then listen to Grim. "That's a lottery I would prefer not to partake in. Remind me to not visit those particular towns at the day before the full moon." She murmurs. "So, are we to understand that these are willing sacrifices for the common good then?" She asks Grim after a moment, doubt in her voice.
"Well... 'willin'' may be takin' it a bit far, but it's not completely involuntary. There's talk of the lotteries bein' rigged, but nothin' e'er comes of it. As I said, they call it a 'necessary evil,' an' everyone goes along w' it, as long as it's not their name on the chit."
He shrugs, unhappily. "But, tha's not the murders tha' Hlin here was asking about. Maybe you should tell them Hlin?" He says looking at the older female dwarf.
"Well... 'willin'' may be takin' it a bit far, but it's not completely involuntary. There's talk of the lotteries bein' rigged, but nothin' e'er comes of it. As I said, they call it a 'necessary evil,' an' everyone goes along w' it, as long as it's not their name on the chit."
He shrugs, unhappily. "But, tha's not the murders tha' Hlin here was asking about. Maybe you should tell them Hlin?" He says looking at the older female dwarf.
"Thanks Grim". - the Dwarf stretches as if talking would cause her muscle soreness the next day, you can see in her body multiple scars and marks of a seasoned fighter but her wrinkles and voice nake everyone think that if she knew how to handle herself in battle, those days are long past her - "Unfortunately this have nothing to do with the sacrifices to Auril, we've heard talk of three murders each one killed with an ice dagger, I'm thinking that maybe Auril is manifesting her will through someone else because some people find ways to trick the system each town has developed to decide who will be sacrificed, but that's just my guess.
Good news is that I do think who might be behind these killings: Sephek Kaltro, he works for a small traveling merchant company called Torg's, owned and operated by a shady dwarf named Torrga Icevein. In other words, Sephek gets around. He's charming. Makes friends easily. He's also Torrga's bodyguard, so I'm guessing he's good with a blade."
- she takes some time to grab some air, take a drink from the mug and continues -
"I followed Torg's for a tenday as it moved from town to town. Quite the devious little enterprise, but that's not my concern. What struck me is how comfortable Sephek Kaltro looked in this weather. No coat, no scarf, no gloves. It was like the cold couldn't touch him. Kiss of the Frostmaiden, indeed.
"I will pay you a hundred gold pieces to apprehend Sephek Kaltro, ascertain his guilt, and deal with him, preferably without involving the authorities. When the job is done, return to me to collect your money."
Sarya listens to the old dwarf and ponders what she heard for a moment. "So you're saying that you believe that this Sephek Kaltro is killing people that have tricked that lottery, is that it?" She says curiously. "How hard can it be to track down this traveling merchant company? Only nine towns to go right?" She turns and says to Ghathi, seemingly hoping he would be interested in the job too. "It would be helpful to Ten Towns if someone stopped this murderer right?"
Dwalt walks into the tavern and waves his hello to the keeper. (assuming he is a regular)
Upon seeing the group, Dwalt will walk over to the table, smile and say. "Good morning. Hope everyone slept well". Seeing the are talking to a couple of dwarves, Dwalt will say. "Dwalt Fiercehammer of the Clan Fiercehammer." and nod.
Dwalt walks into the tavern and waves his hello to the keeper. (assuming he is a regular)
Upon seeing the group, Dwalt will walk over to the table, smile and say. "Good morning. Hope everyone slept well". Seeing the are talking to a couple of dwarves, Dwalt will say. "Dwalt Fiercehammer of the Clan Fiercehammer." and nod.
Dwalt failed to recognize Grim initially but once he sat on the table he was able to see him better. He wasnt acquainted with Hlin who took some time to introduce herself, she didn't bother to go over the same information that she previously provided assuming that someone from the group or Grim himself would fill Dwalt with the details.
((Right now is about the time were the sun manages to slip some dim light for about 4 hours. I'm assuming that you've been up for about 2 hours - bringing us somewhere near 10 am - you may roll investigation per hour asking around about Torg's caravan whereabouts if you wish to do so. You may also visit each town until you find it or continue asking around if something else seems more interesting to you.))
((I'll be straightforward with the expectation of this portion of the module, you are free to roam the ten-towns since each one will have something interesting waiting for you, we will be managing level with milestone so completing quests will help you level up just as completing some "secret achievements" ))
Darby shivers as he hears about the people being sacrificed to the Frost Maiden, making a note like some of the others to avoid those towns. "Well those are some truly horrifying stories.... I think if I was not here for a very important reason then my legs would carry me back down the trail to Luskan no matter the danger. Then again it would bad for the Brindleboc name to be thought of as a coward...."
Dwalt will ask: "On a more somber note, when is tha funeral fer Kendrick an' where are they keepin' him? Id' like ta pay my respects."
"His body lays in the shrine of the flaming sword, the town's militia swore to hold the funeral until they get revenge from the killer and retrieve the stolen casks, with the way things been going you'll have plenty time to pay him a visit" - says Hlin with clear sadness but also very relaxed showing that this ain't the first time she loses a friend.
Shrine of the Flaming Sword
This vacant building stands on the lakeshore and has a crow-haunted steeple protruding from its peak. Unlike the mead hall, which is well cared for, the shrine's painted icons of the god of war wielding a flaming sword are chipped and faded, and its spacious interior stands mostly empty except for a long table on which rests a body covered with a blanket. The body is that of Speaker Kendrick Rielsbarrow, a giant of a man in his forties. He died from three stab wounds to the chest.
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"Darby Zook Brindleboc at your service, but my friends or those to lazy to say it all call me Dar." The gnome says as he nods to the new dwarf, moving forward to pull his meal closer as he gives the woman serving a smile as well.
"Well," says Grim with a look at Hlin, "I don' suppose is a secret. But there's been a few killin's... more than jus' the sacrifices." He hesitates and lowers his voice a little. "As ya' can tell the Frostmaiden is cursed th'land. All the Ten Towns offer somethin' t' Her to try to appease her anger. A few... more desperate 'n less savory towns have taken to offerin' their fellow townsfolk as offerin's."
"But, while these killin's happened in these same towns, these killin's been different. I was thinking t'ask Dwalt to help me find the killer."
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
"What?" Sarya blurts out, stopping with her eating. "Are you saying there are other towns up here actually sacrificing people?" She says, seemingly appalled by the thought, then moving slightly closer tho Ghathi as if she was afraid of being sacrificed next herself.
Ghathi nods, "When passing through in the past I'd seen towns leave food or sometimes a person out in the open. That must have been their offerings to Auril. I've never seen that in Goodmead though." He looks at Grim, "Do they truly sacrifice their own people? I'd originally thought it was a way of dealing with criminals or something."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Has all morality left this place?"
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
The quality of the sold pelts wasn't great, the man you often deal with just offered 1 so for the pelts (which were from small/medium animals, hare, fox and mountain goat)
((Coming Forward you'll be able to roll survival to aquire more pelts if that interests you.))
Grim laughs sadly. "You're assuming any morality was here in the first place."
Then he shakes his head. "No, no that's no' fair. There ARE good folk here in th' Dale. Most of th' Towns' Speakers are generally okay people. They would end th' sacrifices in a heartbeat if'n they could. But they call them 'necessary evils.' As a druid, I know Auril's wrath is mighty, but I also know if she could be appeased this way, she woulda' been afor' now."
The dwarf nods at Ghathi, sending the bones in his beard clacking. "All the towns offer sacrifices t' Her, but only three offer their own citizens. Bryn Shander, Easthaven, and Targos. They hold a lottery the afternoon afor' the new moon. The unlucky soul chosen is sacrificed at nightfall."
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
Sarya shifts in her chair as if uncomfortable when Ghathi mentions taking care of criminals, and then listen to Grim. "That's a lottery I would prefer not to partake in. Remind me to not visit those particular towns at the day before the full moon." She murmurs. "So, are we to understand that these are willing sacrifices for the common good then?" She asks Grim after a moment, doubt in her voice.
"Well... 'willin'' may be takin' it a bit far, but it's not completely involuntary. There's talk of the lotteries bein' rigged, but nothin' e'er comes of it. As I said, they call it a 'necessary evil,' an' everyone goes along w' it, as long as it's not their name on the chit."
He shrugs, unhappily. "But, tha's not the murders tha' Hlin here was asking about. Maybe you should tell them Hlin?" He says looking at the older female dwarf.
**By the Light of the Sun, you will burn!**
Previously BENEFICENCE
DM: Storm Lord's Wrath || Syr Valor Dayne: Sleeping Gods || tooltips | guides | dice |
"Thanks Grim". - the Dwarf stretches as if talking would cause her muscle soreness the next day, you can see in her body multiple scars and marks of a seasoned fighter but her wrinkles and voice nake everyone think that if she knew how to handle herself in battle, those days are long past her - "Unfortunately this have nothing to do with the sacrifices to Auril, we've heard talk of three murders each one killed with an ice dagger, I'm thinking that maybe Auril is manifesting her will through someone else because some people find ways to trick the system each town has developed to decide who will be sacrificed, but that's just my guess.
Good news is that I do think who might be behind these killings: Sephek Kaltro, he works for a small traveling merchant company called Torg's, owned and operated by a shady dwarf named Torrga Icevein. In other words, Sephek gets around. He's charming. Makes friends easily. He's also Torrga's bodyguard, so I'm guessing he's good with a blade."
- she takes some time to grab some air, take a drink from the mug and continues -
"I followed Torg's for a tenday as it moved from town to town. Quite the devious little enterprise, but that's not my concern. What struck me is how comfortable Sephek Kaltro looked in this weather. No coat, no scarf, no gloves. It was like the cold couldn't touch him. Kiss of the Frostmaiden, indeed.
"I will pay you a hundred gold pieces to apprehend Sephek Kaltro, ascertain his guilt, and deal with him, preferably without involving the authorities. When the job is done, return to me to collect your money."
"Yes, what of these murders? Perhaps we could do something about that." Ghathi says, looking to Hlin for more information.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Sarya listens to the old dwarf and ponders what she heard for a moment. "So you're saying that you believe that this Sephek Kaltro is killing people that have tricked that lottery, is that it?" She says curiously. "How hard can it be to track down this traveling merchant company? Only nine towns to go right?" She turns and says to Ghathi, seemingly hoping he would be interested in the job too. "It would be helpful to Ten Towns if someone stopped this murderer right?"
"I'm willing to go along with this quest for justice."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Dwalt walks into the tavern and waves his hello to the keeper. (assuming he is a regular)
Upon seeing the group, Dwalt will walk over to the table, smile and say. "Good morning. Hope everyone slept well". Seeing the are talking to a couple of dwarves, Dwalt will say. "Dwalt Fiercehammer of the Clan Fiercehammer." and nod.
(Sorry, my previous post was before I saw #71, even though it's after.)
Ghathi nods, "I think we could help." He looks at Hlin. "I'm curious why you don't want authorities involved. Do you suspect something?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Dwalt failed to recognize Grim initially but once he sat on the table he was able to see him better. He wasnt acquainted with Hlin who took some time to introduce herself, she didn't bother to go over the same information that she previously provided assuming that someone from the group or Grim himself would fill Dwalt with the details.
((Right now is about the time were the sun manages to slip some dim light for about 4 hours. I'm assuming that you've been up for about 2 hours - bringing us somewhere near 10 am - you may roll investigation per hour asking around about Torg's caravan whereabouts if you wish to do so. You may also visit each town until you find it or continue asking around if something else seems more interesting to you.))
((I'll be straightforward with the expectation of this portion of the module, you are free to roam the ten-towns since each one will have something interesting waiting for you, we will be managing level with milestone so completing quests will help you level up just as completing some "secret achievements" ))
Darby shivers as he hears about the people being sacrificed to the Frost Maiden, making a note like some of the others to avoid those towns. "Well those are some truly horrifying stories.... I think if I was not here for a very important reason then my legs would carry me back down the trail to Luskan no matter the danger. Then again it would bad for the Brindleboc name to be thought of as a coward...."
Dwalt will ask:
"On a more somber note, when is tha funeral fer Kendrick an' where are they keepin' him? Id' like ta pay my respects."
"His body lays in the shrine of the flaming sword, the town's militia swore to hold the funeral until they get revenge from the killer and retrieve the stolen casks, with the way things been going you'll have plenty time to pay him a visit" - says Hlin with clear sadness but also very relaxed showing that this ain't the first time she loses a friend.
Shrine of the Flaming Sword
This vacant building stands on the lakeshore and has a crow-haunted steeple protruding from its peak. Unlike the mead hall, which is well cared for, the shrine's painted icons of the god of war wielding a flaming sword are chipped and faded, and its spacious interior stands mostly empty except for a long table on which rests a body covered with a blanket. The body is that of Speaker Kendrick Rielsbarrow, a giant of a man in his forties. He died from three stab wounds to the chest.