With the battle seemingly over, Brix crawls from under the table. While brushing himself off he gives Dolemek a bow and thanks him for the healing hands. "What in the 9 bells was that all about?" he.grumbles. He retrieves his spear and follows Canadian to the door.
With the battle seemingly over, Brix crawls from under the table. While brushing himself off he gives Dolemek a bow and thanks him for the healing hands. "What in the 9 bells was that all about?" he.grumbles. He retrieves his spear and follows Canadian to the door.
(Get him Canadian. Aboot time these guys went down. Ey?!)
With the battle seemingly over, Brix crawls from under the table. While brushing himself off he gives Dolemek a bow and thanks him for the healing hands. "What in the 9 bells was that all about?" he.grumbles. He retrieves his spear and follows Canadian to the door.
Leo stays in the back of all of this, but slowly tiptoes in a direction so that, if necessary, he could fire his bow at an enemy that might get spotted.
Before we leave initiative, Casrian will dash back to the unconscious masked warrior and attempt to stabilize him in the next round.
Medicine check: 6 (bummer)
"Someone help me!" He shouts to the others. "This one may know something. We need to save them."
Norr looks at Casrian and his attempts to save the masked attacker. There is logic in what he says. Perhaps the man knows something useful. Across a life time it is rare that a man might live and not know something useful. Casrian is being very sensible.
Norr has lived long amongst capricious fey.
Norr is not sensible.
Norr does not live in a world where logic forms a valuable rhetoric.
The assassin almost contributed to grievous injury to Brix, if not for Dolmek. He ruined the library. He made Norr afraid, just for a moment. Afraid like he was home again, and his master was near. Fear for his life; now that fear has become anger and wroth.
The Scribe comes walking into the library. "Oh my. I wasn't expecting to get ambushed THIS early on."
“Is this a frequent occupational hazard in the library?” asks Norr. He has heard that knowledge is power, and certainly the Scribe is powerful. There are always those that would try for power by force.
(OOC: I’m not being obstructive I hope. We have the spare the dying cantrip, so I took this an opportunity for flavor for Norr, as our Pally can just lickity split stabilize him. Don’t judge me too harshly)
"Well, no. Generally, masked warriors won't try to kill me and whoever's in the library. I know a little about these people and what organization I believe they belong to. Shall I explain?"
"Well, no. Generally, masked warriors won't try to kill me and whoever's in the library. I know a little about these people and what organization I believe they belong to. Shall I explain?"
Norr turns his back to Casrian, and the frantic attempt to stem the blood that oozes towards him across the marble floor.
"There is a new organization brewing in the Empire of Santok. I discovered it many years ago, when I was still adventuring. I believe their overarching goal was to take control of the Empire. They stealthily create magnificent, genius plots and carry them out, sowing the seeds of doubt and hatred. I don't know what they were doing here, as evidently they were after you guys. That's what the leader shouted. Perhaps they are doing something at the Circle?"
“They stealthily create magnificent, genius plots and carry them out,“ repeats Norr, and he buffs his nails on his leathers, self satisfied, grinning. “Surely their failure and route today precludes this organizations involvement in today’s piteous assassination attempt.”
“However, purely for argument’s sake, what ventures have this group been caught in to date? What motives have been uncovered? Perhaps we can peace together some fraction of an agenda, what they want for the empire, and the methods they employ to achieve it?”
“Brix could you spare me a Firewater. I believe this is one of those days.” Dolmek’s angry, 50 years ago to the day his father was found scalped made to look like an accident. Seeing Brix get his head wound filled Dolmek with a personal rage.
(Brilliant. I’m glad. Always happy to change anything that’s irritating to players.)
Insight —> 22 (if needed).
”Mr. Philbin, a firewater for all of us and our new blood brother, the master Scribe. It is time for that ritual of fellowship.”
Norr glances at Dolmek. He had not expected the dwarf to be the first to call for firewater … ever. He had noted how Dolmek perspired at the mention of it prior to the fight. (How much does he glean about Dolmek in this moment?)
“They stealthily create magnificent, genius plots and carry them out,“ repeats Norr, and he buffs his nails on his leathers, self satisfied, grinning. “Surely their failure and route today precludes this organizations involvement in today’s piteous assassination attempt.”
“However, purely for argument’s sake, what ventures have this group been caught in to date? What motives have been uncovered? Perhaps we can peace together some fraction of an agenda, what they want for the empire, and the methods they employ to achieve it?”
I have, to be honest, no clue whatsoever. I'm not even sure the White Knights, or the Kejsare's elite bodyguards, know of the organization's existence. Personally, I only discovered the organization when I and my group of "colleagues" raided a bunker of sorts. There was a list of orders, but each and every one was crossed out. To be honest, all that I just shared with you are my assumptions and deductions based on the orders that I found.
Are any enemies still in the room?
With the battle seemingly over, Brix crawls from under the table. While brushing himself off he gives Dolemek a bow and thanks him for the healing hands. "What in the 9 bells was that all about?" he.grumbles. He retrieves his spear and follows Canadian to the door.
**This Space for Rent**
(Get him Canadian. Aboot time these guys went down. Ey?!)
((Lol, gonna defeat them one apology at a time))
no.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Leo stays in the back of all of this, but slowly tiptoes in a direction so that, if necessary, he could fire his bow at an enemy that might get spotted.
If Dolmek does get an attack no worries rolled a “1” in game log...
The Scribe comes walking into the library. "Oh my. I wasn't expecting to get ambushed THIS early on."
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Before we leave initiative, Casrian will dash back to the unconscious masked warrior and attempt to stabilize him in the next round.
Medicine check: 6 (bummer)
"Someone help me!" He shouts to the others. "This one may know something. We need to save them."
Yes, your med check fails.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Norr looks at Casrian and his attempts to save the masked attacker. There is logic in what he says. Perhaps the man knows something useful. Across a life time it is rare that a man might live and not know something useful. Casrian is being very sensible.
Norr has lived long amongst capricious fey.
Norr is not sensible.
Norr does not live in a world where logic forms a valuable rhetoric.
The assassin almost contributed to grievous injury to Brix, if not for Dolmek. He ruined the library. He made Norr afraid, just for a moment. Afraid like he was home again, and his master was near. Fear for his life; now that fear has become anger and wroth.
He does not help Casrian to attempt to stabilize.
“Is this a frequent occupational hazard in the library?” asks Norr. He has heard that knowledge is power, and certainly the Scribe is powerful. There are always those that would try for power by force.
(OOC: I’m not being obstructive I hope. We have the spare the dying cantrip, so I took this an opportunity for flavor for Norr, as our Pally can just lickity split stabilize him. Don’t judge me too harshly)
"Well, no. Generally, masked warriors won't try to kill me and whoever's in the library. I know a little about these people and what organization I believe they belong to. Shall I explain?"
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Norr turns his back to Casrian, and the frantic attempt to stem the blood that oozes towards him across the marble floor.
“If you would, Master Scribe.”
he nods slowly and begins to talk.
"There is a new organization brewing in the Empire of Santok. I discovered it many years ago, when I was still adventuring. I believe their overarching goal was to take control of the Empire. They stealthily create magnificent, genius plots and carry them out, sowing the seeds of doubt and hatred. I don't know what they were doing here, as evidently they were after you guys. That's what the leader shouted. Perhaps they are doing something at the Circle?"
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
“They stealthily create magnificent, genius plots and carry them out,“ repeats Norr, and he buffs his nails on his leathers, self satisfied, grinning. “Surely their failure and route today precludes this organizations involvement in today’s piteous assassination attempt.”
“However, purely for argument’s sake, what ventures have this group been caught in to date? What motives have been uncovered? Perhaps we can peace together some fraction of an agenda, what they want for the empire, and the methods they employ to achieve it?”
“Brix could you spare me a Firewater. I believe this is one of those days.” Dolmek’s angry, 50 years ago to the day his father was found scalped made to look like an accident. Seeing Brix get his head wound filled Dolmek with a personal rage.
(OOC: I actually love Norr's behavior. Makes for compelling group dynamics!)
(Brilliant. I’m glad. Always happy to change anything that’s irritating to players.)
Insight —> 22 (if needed).
”Mr. Philbin, a firewater for all of us and our new blood brother, the master Scribe. It is time for that ritual of fellowship.”
Norr glances at Dolmek. He had not expected the dwarf to be the first to call for firewater … ever. He had noted how Dolmek perspired at the mention of it prior to the fight. (How much does he glean about Dolmek in this moment?)
I have, to be honest, no clue whatsoever. I'm not even sure the White Knights, or the Kejsare's elite bodyguards, know of the organization's existence. Personally, I only discovered the organization when I and my group of "colleagues" raided a bunker of sorts. There was a list of orders, but each and every one was crossed out. To be honest, all that I just shared with you are my assumptions and deductions based on the orders that I found.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Btw the masked warrior you wanted for questioning has died now.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian