Virro comes over to the Ironmaiden, kneels down and opens his visor. He assists Reed in his medicine check since he has proficiency. He holds onto the dorsum of his right hand to the black wooden token in his glove and concentrates, but nothing happens. He feels for a pulse. “Does anyone have some healing? I can’t .. pull anymore to be able to heal him… anyone?” He turns to look, he looks at Tarina, then to the odd looking Roo’stor, unsure if they could help. “This one is dying…as are we all.” He says the last part under his breath.
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Reed and Virro are able to get the IronMaiden successfully stable, and they look quite comfortable enjoying the floor now that the pirates are no longer looming over them and the fire has been somewhat quenched.
"Rhonda. Hmph." She stares at you all, you'd think she'd be more appreciative, but she's not. "You'll all call me Tarina, thank you." She looks over at the dead captain and spits towards the body. "Ya got what you deserved, Dead-Eye."
As Reed dives into the pockets and bags and shoes and whatever else he can get his grubby little hands on, the four dead pirates have some silver on them, 3sp on two and 5sp on the other two. The Captain has a bit more since as you suspected, he doesn't like sharing.
Tucked in Dead-Eye’s vest, Reed finds a pouch containing 32 gp and 15 sp. The Captain also wears two gold necklaces (25 gp each) and a blackened gold ring with a white pearl set in it (125 gp).
"Alright, alright. You helped me, with some complications I must say... figured you guys were stronger than that, but well.. worked out anyways.
“Several blocks northwest of here is a public bathhouse with a walled garden and frolicking nymphs carved into its front gates. Followers of the Dead Three have been seen coming and going from the bathhouse, and I’m told there’s a secret door inside that leads to a dungeon. That’s where the killers are hiding.”
She then eyes Wilford's water skin and slowly reaches her hand out for it.
Reed makes neat stacks of silver coins, gold coins and then places the two necklaces and ring beside those. He takes the empty pouch from the captain and attaches that to his belt, next to the dagger the captain threw into him.
"What's this about killers now?" Reed asks, looking up from the coins. "Are they separate from these cultists, or are they the Dead Three members?"
He then looks around at the others, and then down at the drying blood on his shoulder.
"How about a little lunch before go to the baths?" Reed suggests. "I could do with putting my feet up for a little bit before we do all that again."
Virro feels better that Ironmaiden’s breathing is slow and steady, the pulse in his carotid seems strong, so he leaves him be to rest and starts to explore again. He searches the room to the south, opens one of the doors and finds another dining room. “We clearly need to rest and recover before we head to the baths. We need to head out, away from here.” He turns around and faces “Tarina”, saying “Rhonda, eh? I believe there is a little more to you than meets the eye.” He sits down on one of the tables, amid all of the blood and mayhem. “We’re all ears…I revived you, you know. Twice. Perhaps there should be a little more… compensation… for our services. Especially for what happened to the Ironmaiden over there.”
After catching his breath, Virro pulls out his rapier and walks over to the Pirate Captain and says “Reed. C’mere.” He turns the rapier vertically and slices upward to each side of the thyroid cartilage, into the carotid arteries. “There, that is what you are aiming for.” Ever darkening blood starts to drain on the floor. “But here, is another good spot.” On one side he inserts his rapier into the supraclavicular space, dropping his right lung. On the other side, he inserts his rapier right below his clavicle. “The supraclavicular artery, there. Another good spot, if your aim can hit it.” He turns and gives Reed a grin, as the floor becomes a little redder. Then he turns back to “Tarina” to hear her reply.
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"Killers, cultists.. they are one and the same." Tarina watches Reed with his coins and she can't help but become entranced with the loot.
Virro startles her out of her reverie and she retorts, "More compensation? Yeah, I had to go through that, twice, and I don't care what happened to your friend." She nods towards the loot that Reed is fingering, "Looks to me that you made out more than I thought. That ring there? I mean, you could hand it over.. ooh! Or better yet, want to play for it in a game of Baldur's Bones?"
Wilfred silently hands her the water skin. He nods as Corlith speaks.
Wilfred watches VIrro's display with a frown on his face. He doesn't say anything, just observes.
He takes the water skin back and responds to Tarina's "The way I see it, if we didn't happen by, you would have only gone through that once! But, it's fine. How about you owe us a favor, yea? And we earned that loot! If someone wants to gamble there share, feel free, but not mine."
Reed watches carefully as Virro gives him the anatomy lesson, asking questions as he does, and feeling on his own neck and shoulders again for the right spots.
”That’s wonderful. Thank you,” Reed says.
He then hands everyone their share of the loot.
”We should probably go elsewhere for lunch. This place is a touch messy.”
Corlith chuckles as Tarina accuses the group of not being stronger.
"I am not sure we realised that you had made the decision to not defend yourself in any way when we agreed to help. Next time we will be aware that you are as useless as a bucket with no bottom", he says, continuing to chuckle. "But, you have given us the information as agreed".
When he sees Virro start his anatomy lesson, he will turn away and not watch.
"I would think it best to report back to Captain Zodge, someone needs to be sent to dispose of all this", he says, motioning at the bodies and blood.
"But yes, after that, food sounds good. I will need rest as well before we get involved in something like this again. It was quite...taxing".
Virro steps away with a wan smile and says “I will too. I have used all of my resources, and I feel quite peak-ed. A rest sounds good.” He wipes off his rapier and puts it away, taking his share from Reed. He is ready to leave..
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Virro checks the two doors along the South wall, finding the Eastern most locked like the rest, but the Western one opens easily, upon another private dining space, this one with a mounted Umber Hulk upon the Eastern wall.
"Favor? I ain't going to be owing no one no favor." She looks around at the bodies on the floor, including IronMaiden's and then seems to come up with an idea.
"Look, how 'bout I ask ol' Alan if you guys can have a couple of rooms up here and I'll let him know of the um, mess. I'll take the blame on that as well. Deal?"
Wilfred will nod. "That seems fair. How about this, too. I'm looking for someone. I was told they might be able to help me with my work. If you know anything about them, could you let me know? I'd appreciate it." Wilfred will take out a paper and write down a name, then fold it and slide it over to Tarina.
Looking at the IronMaiden "Does anyone else have magics that could help them?"
Tarina raises an eyebrow as Wilfred slides over the piece of paper. She quickly looks at it, looks at Wilfred, then back down to the name. She slides it back over to him and leans over, whispering in his ear.
"Alright then, a deal's a deal. I'll be back." And she leaps off the table, stumbles a bit as she apparently forgot she was hurt, brushes herself off and heads down the stairs.
Reed confirms that the rest of the doors upstairs are locked before he heads to the private dining room.
Tarina appears on her way up the stairs, followed close behind by the bartender, who you can all assume must be the Alan she spoke of. He stops in his tracks when he sees the bodies. "Ah, well. I guess we'll get this taken care of."
His pace slows down as he reaches main room, steps around the IronMaiden and heads to the North wall, pulling out his keys. Unlocking the two Eastern most doors, they open upon a private guest room containing a cozy bed, an empty wooden chest, and threadbare curtains on the window.
"Here, I'm sure you can all squeeze in these rooms for whatever you need. But I think you've made quite a mess already and I ask you to not make these rooms a mess as well. Or there will be charges."
He shakes his head as he turns around and heads back down the stairs. Tarina gives you all a quick glance, a smirk, and then follows behind him.
Corlith has for a while now been sat with his elbows on the table and his hands clasped making a point out of his index fingers, which in turn are resting on his forehead. His eyes have been closed during this time, but flick open as Alan appears and starts talking.
He looks across to the rooms Alan has opened up and then watches him leave.
"Alan, right?", he calls over. "Any chance of sending some food up, it would certainly be appreciated, and I'm sure Tarina wouldn't mind it going on her tab".
"Hold on Wilfred! I've got...oh." Roo says, watching as Wilfred sticks his blade all the way through the Pirate Captain. The rooster bristles, ruffles his feathers, and then decompresses himself as he surveys the situation in the room. "Ha! See! I told you we'd kill you, you fishy smellin' cluck!"
He reaches over his shoulder with his beak and begins to pick at some of his feathers, straightening himself back out.
"A rest?!" He sounds flabbergasted. "Ha, I feel fit as a feather!"
He listens to everything that is happening, and bristles again, this time slowly sidestrutting across the table toward Tarina.
"This was your fault to begin with." He says, keeping his head cocked to the side as he looks at her with one eye. "You act pretty entitled for someone who almost got feathered and broiled, bock! Ah, wait, what?"
He hops down from the table and slowly struts across the floor toward Ironmaiden. If a rooster could look smug, Roo' Stor does.
"I can heal him, yes yes, no problem!" He says. He doesn't look at the animated suit of armor as he hops up on it and begins to strut and kick around, moving back and forth. His talons scratch along the armor, and he raises both feathered arms over his head.
"Almighty Gallus, bringer of mornings and warmth! Giver of life and light and days!" He beseeches to the sky overhead. "Hear my offering, and bless this pile of scrap metal with...life? No, undeath? No wait...err... COOOOCKADOOOODLEDOOAAAAHHHH!"
Roo' starts crowing with his head back, and slowly as his head arches forward he sees it. The flames. The fire. He begins to panic, stumbling to the side and falling off of the suit of armor before going on a screaming fit and running in circles around the room.
"FIRE!" He screams. "FIRE! FLAMES! WE'LL BE COOKED ALIVE! BROILED! FRIED! OH FOR THE LOVE OF GALLUS NO NOT THAT NO!"
Ironmaiden stirs, and then groans, a tinny voice escapes the armour as if echoing from deep within a metal encasement, "wha-What happened? Where am I?" The voice is weak and mild, definitely female and very young, she looks around and quickly clasps her gauntleted hand to where her mouth would be with an "oh shhhit-!" If a suit if armour could look awkward and scared, this one does, she scrambles to a sitting position and pushes herself back toward the wall.
Corlith looks across at the panicking rooster-folk and the scrambling suit of armour. The suit of armour had spoken, he was sure. It was hard to tell with the screams of Roo'Stor but it definitely happened.
But the screaming and running around the room was too much.
"Enough!", he calls. "No-one is going to be cooked alive", he says as he gets up and walks over to the Ironmaiden.
"So you can speak", he says more quietly. "And not with a voice I would have expected".
You hear Alan mumble "Yeah, yeah coming right up." And Tarina glares at Corlith as she continues to follow Alan down the stairs.
Several minutes later the two human servers come up the stairs, one holding a tray of 6 mugs, the other holding one with 6 bowls of a stout stew. Setting the trays on the closest table, they don't say anything as they step around the blood and bodies to accomplish their task. And as quickly as they can, head back downstairs.
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Virro comes over to the Ironmaiden, kneels down and opens his visor. He assists Reed in his medicine check since he has proficiency. He holds onto the dorsum of his right hand to the black wooden token in his glove and concentrates, but nothing happens. He feels for a pulse. “Does anyone have some healing? I can’t .. pull anymore to be able to heal him… anyone?” He turns to look, he looks at Tarina, then to the odd looking Roo’stor, unsure if they could help. “This one is dying… as are we all.” He says the last part under his breath.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Reed and Virro are able to get the IronMaiden successfully stable, and they look quite comfortable enjoying the floor now that the pirates are no longer looming over them and the fire has been somewhat quenched.
"Rhonda. Hmph." She stares at you all, you'd think she'd be more appreciative, but she's not. "You'll all call me Tarina, thank you." She looks over at the dead captain and spits towards the body. "Ya got what you deserved, Dead-Eye."
As Reed dives into the pockets and bags and shoes and whatever else he can get his grubby little hands on, the four dead pirates have some silver on them, 3sp on two and 5sp on the other two. The Captain has a bit more since as you suspected, he doesn't like sharing.
Tucked in Dead-Eye’s vest, Reed finds a pouch containing 32 gp and 15 sp. The Captain also wears two gold necklaces (25 gp each) and a blackened gold ring with a white pearl set in it (125 gp).
"Alright, alright. You helped me, with some complications I must say... figured you guys were stronger than that, but well.. worked out anyways.
“Several blocks northwest of here is a public bathhouse with a walled garden and frolicking nymphs carved into its front gates. Followers of the Dead Three have been seen coming and going from the bathhouse, and I’m told there’s a secret door inside that leads to a dungeon. That’s where the killers are hiding.”
She then eyes Wilford's water skin and slowly reaches her hand out for it.
Reed makes neat stacks of silver coins, gold coins and then places the two necklaces and ring beside those. He takes the empty pouch from the captain and attaches that to his belt, next to the dagger the captain threw into him.
"What's this about killers now?" Reed asks, looking up from the coins. "Are they separate from these cultists, or are they the Dead Three members?"
He then looks around at the others, and then down at the drying blood on his shoulder.
"How about a little lunch before go to the baths?" Reed suggests. "I could do with putting my feet up for a little bit before we do all that again."
Virro feels better that Ironmaiden’s breathing is slow and steady, the pulse in his carotid seems strong, so he leaves him be to rest and starts to explore again. He searches the room to the south, opens one of the doors and finds another dining room. “We clearly need to rest and recover before we head to the baths. We need to head out, away from here.” He turns around and faces “Tarina”, saying “Rhonda, eh? I believe there is a little more to you than meets the eye.” He sits down on one of the tables, amid all of the blood and mayhem. “We’re all ears…I revived you, you know. Twice. Perhaps there should be a little more… compensation… for our services. Especially for what happened to the Ironmaiden over there.”
After catching his breath, Virro pulls out his rapier and walks over to the Pirate Captain and says “Reed. C’mere.” He turns the rapier vertically and slices upward to each side of the thyroid cartilage, into the carotid arteries. “There, that is what you are aiming for.” Ever darkening blood starts to drain on the floor. “But here, is another good spot.” On one side he inserts his rapier into the supraclavicular space, dropping his right lung. On the other side, he inserts his rapier right below his clavicle. “The supraclavicular artery, there. Another good spot, if your aim can hit it.” He turns and gives Reed a grin, as the floor becomes a little redder. Then he turns back to “Tarina” to hear her reply.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Killers, cultists.. they are one and the same." Tarina watches Reed with his coins and she can't help but become entranced with the loot.
Virro startles her out of her reverie and she retorts, "More compensation? Yeah, I had to go through that, twice, and I don't care what happened to your friend." She nods towards the loot that Reed is fingering, "Looks to me that you made out more than I thought. That ring there? I mean, you could hand it over.. ooh! Or better yet, want to play for it in a game of Baldur's Bones?"
Wilfred silently hands her the water skin. He nods as Corlith speaks.
Wilfred watches VIrro's display with a frown on his face. He doesn't say anything, just observes.
He takes the water skin back and responds to Tarina's "The way I see it, if we didn't happen by, you would have only gone through that once! But, it's fine. How about you owe us a favor, yea? And we earned that loot! If someone wants to gamble there share, feel free, but not mine."
Reed watches carefully as Virro gives him the anatomy lesson, asking questions as he does, and feeling on his own neck and shoulders again for the right spots.
”That’s wonderful. Thank you,” Reed says.
He then hands everyone their share of the loot.
”We should probably go elsewhere for lunch. This place is a touch messy.”
Corlith chuckles as Tarina accuses the group of not being stronger.
"I am not sure we realised that you had made the decision to not defend yourself in any way when we agreed to help. Next time we will be aware that you are as useless as a bucket with no bottom", he says, continuing to chuckle. "But, you have given us the information as agreed".
When he sees Virro start his anatomy lesson, he will turn away and not watch.
"I would think it best to report back to Captain Zodge, someone needs to be sent to dispose of all this", he says, motioning at the bodies and blood.
"But yes, after that, food sounds good. I will need rest as well before we get involved in something like this again. It was quite...taxing".
Virro steps away with a wan smile and says “I will too. I have used all of my resources, and I feel quite peak-ed. A rest sounds good.” He wipes off his rapier and puts it away, taking his share from Reed. He is ready to leave..
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Virro checks the two doors along the South wall, finding the Eastern most locked like the rest, but the Western one opens easily, upon another private dining space, this one with a mounted Umber Hulk upon the Eastern wall.
"Favor? I ain't going to be owing no one no favor." She looks around at the bodies on the floor, including IronMaiden's and then seems to come up with an idea.
"Look, how 'bout I ask ol' Alan if you guys can have a couple of rooms up here and I'll let him know of the um, mess. I'll take the blame on that as well. Deal?"
Wilfred will nod. "That seems fair. How about this, too. I'm looking for someone. I was told they might be able to help me with my work. If you know anything about them, could you let me know? I'd appreciate it." Wilfred will take out a paper and write down a name, then fold it and slide it over to Tarina.
Looking at the IronMaiden "Does anyone else have magics that could help them?"
Tarina raises an eyebrow as Wilfred slides over the piece of paper. She quickly looks at it, looks at Wilfred, then back down to the name. She slides it back over to him and leans over, whispering in his ear.
"Alright then, a deal's a deal. I'll be back." And she leaps off the table, stumbles a bit as she apparently forgot she was hurt, brushes herself off and heads down the stairs.
Reed tries the rest of the doors in the room to see if any others are unlocked and provide a better resting place than the large private dining room.
If not he heads into the private dining room and drops his gear in one corner.
”We should have this Alan send up some food too as a thank you for dealing with these trouble makers for him.”
Reed confirms that the rest of the doors upstairs are locked before he heads to the private dining room.
Tarina appears on her way up the stairs, followed close behind by the bartender, who you can all assume must be the Alan she spoke of. He stops in his tracks when he sees the bodies. "Ah, well. I guess we'll get this taken care of."
His pace slows down as he reaches main room, steps around the IronMaiden and heads to the North wall, pulling out his keys. Unlocking the two Eastern most doors, they open upon a private guest room containing a cozy bed, an empty wooden chest, and threadbare curtains on the window.
"Here, I'm sure you can all squeeze in these rooms for whatever you need. But I think you've made quite a mess already and I ask you to not make these rooms a mess as well. Or there will be charges."
He shakes his head as he turns around and heads back down the stairs. Tarina gives you all a quick glance, a smirk, and then follows behind him.
Corlith has for a while now been sat with his elbows on the table and his hands clasped making a point out of his index fingers, which in turn are resting on his forehead. His eyes have been closed during this time, but flick open as Alan appears and starts talking.
He looks across to the rooms Alan has opened up and then watches him leave.
"Alan, right?", he calls over. "Any chance of sending some food up, it would certainly be appreciated, and I'm sure Tarina wouldn't mind it going on her tab".
Persuasion: 13+7=20
"Hold on Wilfred! I've got...oh." Roo says, watching as Wilfred sticks his blade all the way through the Pirate Captain. The rooster bristles, ruffles his feathers, and then decompresses himself as he surveys the situation in the room. "Ha! See! I told you we'd kill you, you fishy smellin' cluck!"
He reaches over his shoulder with his beak and begins to pick at some of his feathers, straightening himself back out.
"A rest?!" He sounds flabbergasted. "Ha, I feel fit as a feather!"
He listens to everything that is happening, and bristles again, this time slowly sidestrutting across the table toward Tarina.
"This was your fault to begin with." He says, keeping his head cocked to the side as he looks at her with one eye. "You act pretty entitled for someone who almost got feathered and broiled, bock! Ah, wait, what?"
He hops down from the table and slowly struts across the floor toward Ironmaiden. If a rooster could look smug, Roo' Stor does.
"I can heal him, yes yes, no problem!" He says. He doesn't look at the animated suit of armor as he hops up on it and begins to strut and kick around, moving back and forth. His talons scratch along the armor, and he raises both feathered arms over his head.
"Almighty Gallus, bringer of mornings and warmth! Giver of life and light and days!" He beseeches to the sky overhead. "Hear my offering, and bless this pile of scrap metal with...life? No, undeath? No wait...err... COOOOCKADOOOODLEDOOAAAAHHHH!"
Roo' starts crowing with his head back, and slowly as his head arches forward he sees it. The flames. The fire. He begins to panic, stumbling to the side and falling off of the suit of armor before going on a screaming fit and running in circles around the room.
"FIRE!" He screams. "FIRE! FLAMES! WE'LL BE COOKED ALIVE! BROILED! FRIED! OH FOR THE LOVE OF GALLUS NO NOT THAT NO!"
The Ironmaiden receives 5 HP
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Ironmaiden stirs, and then groans, a tinny voice escapes the armour as if echoing from deep within a metal encasement, "wha-What happened? Where am I?" The voice is weak and mild, definitely female and very young, she looks around and quickly clasps her gauntleted hand to where her mouth would be with an "oh shhhit-!" If a suit if armour could look awkward and scared, this one does, she scrambles to a sitting position and pushes herself back toward the wall.
Corlith looks across at the panicking rooster-folk and the scrambling suit of armour. The suit of armour had spoken, he was sure. It was hard to tell with the screams of Roo'Stor but it definitely happened.
But the screaming and running around the room was too much.
"Enough!", he calls. "No-one is going to be cooked alive", he says as he gets up and walks over to the Ironmaiden.
"So you can speak", he says more quietly. "And not with a voice I would have expected".
Persuasion (for Roo): 19+7=26
You hear Alan mumble "Yeah, yeah coming right up." And Tarina glares at Corlith as she continues to follow Alan down the stairs.
Several minutes later the two human servers come up the stairs, one holding a tray of 6 mugs, the other holding one with 6 bowls of a stout stew. Setting the trays on the closest table, they don't say anything as they step around the blood and bodies to accomplish their task. And as quickly as they can, head back downstairs.