He sighs. "The Kejsare is very busy right now, but I'll do what I can. The best I can promise is 3 days time. As for your question of camping, yes, you may if you wish."
Casrian tilts his head in the way noblemen do to show gratitude or respect to those of a lower rank.
"Thank you, Captain."
He turns to the others and walks back to the cart to wait for the requested paper, ink, and quill. He will pull Norr aside and - as quietly as possible - says: "I don't like waiting three days while our enemies move freely. This ring of yours. You have entered it and left it at will. I don't know how it may improve our situation, but we could at least smuggle you through with the letters we send. Or toss the ring over the wall. Something. Keep an eye out for opportunity, yes? It may be useful."
He nearly turns away, but adds: "oh, and you make a most excellent butler, Master Norr. Well done."
Casrian tilts his head in the way noblemen do to show gratitude or respect to those of a lower rank.
"Thank you, Captain."
He turns to the others and walks back to the cart to wait for the requested paper, ink, and quill. He will pull Norr aside and - as quietly as possible - says: "I don't like waiting three days while our enemies move freely. This ring of yours. You have entered it and left it at will. I don't know how it may improve our situation, but we could at least smuggle you through with the letters we send. Or toss the ring over the wall. Something. Keep an eye out for opportunity, yes? It may be useful."
He nearly turns away, but adds: "oh, and you make a most excellent butler, Master Norr. Well done."
Norr looks to Casrian, as the cart trundles to a spot a little further from the guards. He strokes his chin and the air below it as if he was not a half-elf, as if he had a long beard with which to think.
“Yes. I could get inside that way, I think. And more besides. My ring can…”
He stops. Looks at Casrian out the corner of his eye.
He had told told them of the ring, and used its magic of course, but he had not told them of the compartment or the chamber within. The Lord Casrian’s eyes are sharp, but it makes little difference. If he had been clever enough to think of it, he would’ve shared. Already any would have ample reason to steal it, and more than ample opportunity.
This would be best to all. He sits at the front of the cart, and pitches his voice so that it is low, so that all his companions can hear him but so that it will not carry.
”Within my ring, the ring of a Lord of the Djinni, there is an apartment of quite substantial volume. It recognises me in his stead, but I am still not … a perfect fit, and I use its power to remain in there, hidden in this strange planar space. Currently I manage near four hours, and it is far more comfortable than a bed roll. Unfortunately, without the blessing of its maker I do not seem able to allow others in, or to divest it to another — when I lose the ring it appears on my finger from the wind within an hour normally, empty and as on the first day I found it.
”If you ask it of me, if you feel this the right plan, for us to separate — I can enter my ring when your letters are ready to be sent; you might claim I am some token, perhaps. Send me with a speedy courier, and on the desk of the recipient I will be able to hear what they say and think from within the ring.”
“After the fourth hour I will run, and explore the city, though if an opportunity arises I will sneak out and make a minimum of fuss, or at least, as little as I can when one looks as I do.”
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Dolmek overhearing plans and subterfuge looks at his friends, “Please let’s check all around, could it be possible, a secret entrance this would be much better then deceit. If we find nothing at least we tried.” Are there any others waiting admittance outside the walls? Dolmek looks for his retainers...
Norr keeps half an eye out for anyone paying too much attention as he speaks, but he feels confident he speaks quietly enough that none hear other than his intended.
(perception —> 8. Live in hope, Norr, live in hope.)
Dolmek overhearing plans and subterfuge looks at his friends, “Please let’s check all around, could it be possible, a secret entrance this would be much better then deceit. If we find nothing at least we tried.” Are there any others waiting admittance outside the walls? Dolmek looks for his retainers...
“Master Dolmek,” says Norr, “we must decide quickly, I do not imagine that the guards will allow us multiple letters or act as a courier for us again. If we gain entry through sneakery — whether magic or ruined labyrinth — what difference? Are we not on a mission from the god of justice, and order, either way? If our ends are fair then does it matter if our means are sometimes muddy?” His manner of speaking does not seem dissimilar to Casrian’s, in some effort to be taken more seriously it seems.
”Which opportunity do we pursue, which one do we spurn?”
((So it begins. Let the Chaotic Good see the Lawful Good))
Dolmek overhearing plans and subterfuge looks at his friends, “Please let’s check all around, could it be possible, a secret entrance this would be much better then deceit. If we find nothing at least we tried.” Are there any others waiting admittance outside the walls? Dolmek looks for his retainers...
“Master Dolmek,” says Norr, “we must decide quickly, I do not imagine that the guards will allow us multiple letters or act as a courier for us again. If we gain entry through sneakery — whether magic or ruined labyrinth — what difference? Are we not on a mission from the god of justice, and order, either way? If our ends are fair then does it matter if our means are sometimes muddy?” His manner of speaking does not seem dissimilar to Casrian’s, in some effort to be taken more seriously it seems.
”Which opportunity do we pursue, which one do we spurn?”
((So it begins. Let the Chaotic Good see the Lawful Good))
Dolmek is torn his nobility has opened many doors, this is a rare obstacle, Norr’s words burrow into his mind are we not on a mission from the God of justice and order. “You are right Norr our mission is paramount, and this bureaucracy may be the enemy from within. I can’t accept a threat to the Kejsare.”
“There was also an Acolyte of Bahamut Alexander he implored that we investigate the Circle of Stone are any of these names familiar to our guards?”
Dolmek overhearing plans and subterfuge looks at his friends, “Please let’s check all around, could it be possible, a secret entrance this would be much better then deceit. If we find nothing at least we tried.” Are there any others waiting admittance outside the walls? Dolmek looks for his retainers...
“Master Dolmek,” says Norr, “we must decide quickly, I do not imagine that the guards will allow us multiple letters or act as a courier for us again. If we gain entry through sneakery — whether magic or ruined labyrinth — what difference? Are we not on a mission from the god of justice, and order, either way? If our ends are fair then does it matter if our means are sometimes muddy?” His manner of speaking does not seem dissimilar to Casrian’s, in some effort to be taken more seriously it seems.
”Which opportunity do we pursue, which one do we spurn?”
((So it begins. Let the Chaotic Good see the Lawful Good))
Dolmek is torn his nobility has opened many doors, this is a rare obstacle, Norr’s words burrow into his mind are we not on a mission from the God of justice and order. “You are right Norr our mission is paramount, and this bureaucracy may be the enemy from within. I can’t accept a threat to the Kejsare.”
“There was also an Acolyte of Bahamut Alexander he implored that we investigate the Circle of Stone are any of these names familiar to our guards?”
History check to remember anything about the Labyrinth: 14
There is a legend which has eventually just become a children's tale. It is disbelieved by many. It tells of a secret entrance into New Basin, designed as an exit in case the city would ever fall under siege. It was supposedly merely a half day's march from the gate, towards the west. However, it's interiors contain much mystery and nobody is quite sure what's inside, if it exists at all.
As for your retainers Dolmek where are they supposed to be?
They were as much ahead of us on the way to New Basin as information allowed about 12 hours give or take, if they were stopped at the gate like us, they may have sought refuge close by to be here when we arrived. If there is people waiting on ‘papers’ they would be among them.
Dolmek, “Well I think my 3 men are over there, Brock, Americk, Chandle; meet the Firewater Five. Friends Brix, Leo, Norr, Casrian these here are my loyal retainers. Perhaps they could await the ‘papers’ while we at least look for the mysterious secret entrance? If we find nothing we can discuss our other options, what says everyone?”
”Yes Chandle you may have the tent and here take some food, may they get their water skins filled also?”
As for your retainers Dolmek where are they supposed to be?
They were as much ahead of us on the way to New Basin as information allowed about 12 hours give or take, if they were stopped at the gate like us, they may have sought refuge close by to be here when we arrived. If there is people waiting on ‘papers’ they would be among them.
Dolmek, “Well I think my 3 men are over there, Brock, Americk, Chandle; meet the Firewater Five. Friends Brix, Leo, Norr, Casrian these here are my loyal retainers. Perhaps they could await the ‘papers’ while we at least look for the mysterious secret entrance? If we find nothing we can discuss our other options, what says everyone?”
”Yes Chandle you may have the tent and here take some food, may they get their water skins filled also?”
Chandle says: "My apologies {input what your retainers call you} but unfortunately there are no nearby water sources. Do you have a barrel?"
As for your retainers Dolmek where are they supposed to be?
They were as much ahead of us on the way to New Basin as information allowed about 12 hours give or take, if they were stopped at the gate like us, they may have sought refuge close by to be here when we arrived. If there is people waiting on ‘papers’ they would be among them.
Dolmek, “Well I think my 3 men are over there, Brock, Americk, Chandle; meet the Firewater Five. Friends Brix, Leo, Norr, Casrian these here are my loyal retainers. Perhaps they could await the ‘papers’ while we at least look for the mysterious secret entrance? If we find nothing we can discuss our other options, what says everyone?”
”Yes Chandle you may have the tent and here take some food, may they get their water skins filled also?”
Chandle says: "My apologies {input what your retainers call you} but unfortunately there are no nearby water sources. Do you have a barrel?"
Norr gives Chandle the full waterskin he has on him.
”Is there no well, Master Chandle of the purely ok name? We are in sight of the guards and this motley ghetto of stymied travellers must surely have access to a brook or river or a well? They have not watched merchants and travellers thirst and die while waiting three weeks outside their walls, surely?”
Norr is becoming quite animated by the end of this looking Chandle and the others over, turning Dolmek’s servants head from side to side, inspecting chapped lips, squeezing finger tips to see how quickly the colour returns. Norr looks towards the distant travellers of other camps before he makes to walk away from the groups to these other strangers he can see.
“This is evil. Evil. The Kesjare could not openly tolerate it, not without running their reputation through offal and fouled wine and having it widely known.” Norr looks ready to march on the guards again by himself, almost ready to storm the city and overthrow its water denying evil master who would make hostages of all those on the road before the city.
”We must speak to the guards. There must be a water ration. How dare they. How dare they.”
He takes only a footstep before he stops and turns to Brix, to Leo, to Casrian and to Dolmek. The Half-elf’s eyes are large and full of terrible compassion; all previous plans now forgotten. “We cannot allow this. Please. To die of thirst is a horrible thing. Please.”
((Investigation for water sources Chandle has missed/other travelers/babies and children being denied access to water. Norr is ready to launch a crusade and water board these guards and see what they think of water aid then —> 9))
((OOC: this seems like a good opportunity to show the difference between Chaotic good and others again.))
He sighs. "The Kejsare is very busy right now, but I'll do what I can. The best I can promise is 3 days time. As for your question of camping, yes, you may if you wish."
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Casrian tilts his head in the way noblemen do to show gratitude or respect to those of a lower rank.
"Thank you, Captain."
He turns to the others and walks back to the cart to wait for the requested paper, ink, and quill. He will pull Norr aside and - as quietly as possible - says: "I don't like waiting three days while our enemies move freely. This ring of yours. You have entered it and left it at will. I don't know how it may improve our situation, but we could at least smuggle you through with the letters we send. Or toss the ring over the wall. Something. Keep an eye out for opportunity, yes? It may be useful."
He nearly turns away, but adds: "oh, and you make a most excellent butler, Master Norr. Well done."
Norr looks to Casrian, as the cart trundles to a spot a little further from the guards. He strokes his chin and the air below it as if he was not a half-elf, as if he had a long beard with which to think.
“Yes. I could get inside that way, I think. And more besides. My ring can…”
He stops. Looks at Casrian out the corner of his eye.
He had told told them of the ring, and used its magic of course, but he had not told them of the compartment or the chamber within. The Lord Casrian’s eyes are sharp, but it makes little difference. If he had been clever enough to think of it, he would’ve shared. Already any would have ample reason to steal it, and more than ample opportunity.
This would be best to all. He sits at the front of the cart, and pitches his voice so that it is low, so that all his companions can hear him but so that it will not carry.
”Within my ring, the ring of a Lord of the Djinni, there is an apartment of quite substantial volume. It recognises me in his stead, but I am still not … a perfect fit, and I use its power to remain in there, hidden in this strange planar space. Currently I manage near four hours, and it is far more comfortable than a bed roll. Unfortunately, without the blessing of its maker I do not seem able to allow others in, or to divest it to another — when I lose the ring it appears on my finger from the wind within an hour normally, empty and as on the first day I found it.
”If you ask it of me, if you feel this the right plan, for us to separate — I can enter my ring when your letters are ready to be sent; you might claim I am some token, perhaps. Send me with a speedy courier, and on the desk of the recipient I will be able to hear what they say and think from within the ring.”
“After the fourth hour I will run, and explore the city, though if an opportunity arises I will sneak out and make a minimum of fuss, or at least, as little as I can when one looks as I do.”
”What do you say?”
Dolmek overhearing plans and subterfuge looks at his friends, “Please let’s check all around, could it be possible, a secret entrance this would be much better then deceit. If we find nothing at least we tried.” Are there any others waiting admittance outside the walls? Dolmek looks for his retainers...
perception 13
is this perception for overhearing or perception for searching for retainers?
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Norr keeps half an eye out for anyone paying too much attention as he speaks, but he feels confident he speaks quietly enough that none hear other than his intended.
(perception —> 8. Live in hope, Norr, live in hope.)
“Master Dolmek,” says Norr, “we must decide quickly, I do not imagine that the guards will allow us multiple letters or act as a courier for us again. If we gain entry through sneakery — whether magic or ruined labyrinth — what difference? Are we not on a mission from the god of justice, and order, either way? If our ends are fair then does it matter if our means are sometimes muddy?” His manner of speaking does not seem dissimilar to Casrian’s, in some effort to be taken more seriously it seems.
”Which opportunity do we pursue, which one do we spurn?”
((So it begins. Let the Chaotic Good see the Lawful Good))
Looking for my retainers.
Dolmek is torn his nobility has opened many doors, this is a rare obstacle, Norr’s words burrow into his mind are we not on a mission from the God of justice and order. “You are right Norr our mission is paramount, and this bureaucracy may be the enemy from within. I can’t accept a threat to the Kejsare.”
“There was also an Acolyte of Bahamut Alexander he implored that we investigate the Circle of Stone are any of these names familiar to our guards?”
Did the Scribe ever give his name?
Dolmek will get close to the gate and guards and use Divine Sense to know if within a 60’ radius there is anything unexpected.
History check to remember anything about the Labyrinth: 14
No, nothing. Seems normal.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
No, the scribe never gave his name.
There is a legend which has eventually just become a children's tale. It is disbelieved by many. It tells of a secret entrance into New Basin, designed as an exit in case the city would ever fall under siege. It was supposedly merely a half day's march from the gate, towards the west. However, it's interiors contain much mystery and nobody is quite sure what's inside, if it exists at all.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
As for your retainers Dolmek where are they supposed to be?
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
They were as much ahead of us on the way to New Basin as information allowed about 12 hours give or take, if they were stopped at the gate like us, they may have sought refuge close by to be here when we arrived. If there is people waiting on ‘papers’ they would be among them.
Dolmek, “Well I think my 3 men are over there, Brock, Americk, Chandle; meet the Firewater Five. Friends Brix, Leo, Norr, Casrian these here are my loyal retainers. Perhaps they could await the ‘papers’ while we at least look for the mysterious secret entrance? If we find nothing we can discuss our other options, what says everyone?”
”Yes Chandle you may have the tent and here take some food, may they get their water skins filled also?”
Ok, your retainers have stopped to camp in a clearing which you can just barely see.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Chandle says: "My apologies {input what your retainers call you} but unfortunately there are no nearby water sources. Do you have a barrel?"
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Has everyone subtracted the rations they ate on the way here?
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
It was the one night on the road before now right? And we ate doe and mushroom?
Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Norr gives Chandle the full waterskin he has on him.
”Is there no well, Master Chandle of the purely ok name? We are in sight of the guards and this motley ghetto of stymied travellers must surely have access to a brook or river or a well? They have not watched merchants and travellers thirst and die while waiting three weeks outside their walls, surely?”
Norr is becoming quite animated by the end of this looking Chandle and the others over, turning Dolmek’s servants head from side to side, inspecting chapped lips, squeezing finger tips to see how quickly the colour returns. Norr looks towards the distant travellers of other camps before he makes to walk away from the groups to these other strangers he can see.
“This is evil. Evil. The Kesjare could not openly tolerate it, not without running their reputation through offal and fouled wine and having it widely known.” Norr looks ready to march on the guards again by himself, almost ready to storm the city and overthrow its water denying evil master who would make hostages of all those on the road before the city.
”We must speak to the guards. There must be a water ration. How dare they. How dare they.”
He takes only a footstep before he stops and turns to Brix, to Leo, to Casrian and to Dolmek. The Half-elf’s eyes are large and full of terrible compassion; all previous plans now forgotten. “We cannot allow this. Please. To die of thirst is a horrible thing. Please.”
((Investigation for water sources Chandle has missed/other travelers/babies and children being denied access to water. Norr is ready to launch a crusade and water board these guards and see what they think of water aid then —> 9))
((OOC: this seems like a good opportunity to show the difference between Chaotic good and others again.))