Elias heads back with Khessa to check on Atlas, Brother Ray, madame Rosebud, is there anything we can do? Elias thinks for a minute, Maybe these deceased cultist have a potion or something, he runs over to cultist #2, rummaging through it's belongings.
RAYNOIR, Brother Ray moves towards Atlasand kneels down next to him and lays his hands slightly above where the wounds are while quietly praying to the Great Bahamut to heal his friend Atlas.
'Oh great Bahamut, God of the just and the Brave hear my prayer for healing", and with those words Ray lays his hands upon Atlas casts | cure wounds | 14
As Raynoirkneels down, Atlashas visions of those he loves and feels the regret of leaving them behind without so much as a goodbye. Raynotices a single tear slide down Atlascheek as he lays his hands on. With the final breath of Ray'sprayer Atlas' eyes shoot open as he shouts, "I'm sorry!"
Elias hearing Atlas's voice runs over to the group, dropping two of the long knives and the pouch of 30 silver to the ground, Atlas! Oh thank Bahamut! and hugs brother Ray. thank you.
RAYNOIR, stands back, sweat falling down his dragon brow, he bows his head ever so slightly giving thanks to Bahamut for hearing his prayer, seeing Ellias rush to Atlas makes it all worthwhile. "There is such good here" he says to no one in particular. As Ellias hugs him he sits down and watches his friends and realises; he may not be a great fighter or a brave hero, he's a healer and this where Bahamut wants him to be and Brother Ray is thankful.
"Good work, Raynoir!" Khessa rises from beside the newly healed fellow adventurer and pats the silver-scaled shoulder or the herald of Bahamut "Yes, indeed, we must recover, after the brutal assault we suffered" (says the woman whose large axe blade still drips with the blood of a poor butchered cultist).
"Are you feeling better, Atlas?" the blonde arcane warrior asks "I was so worried... Sneaking is an often valuable strategy, and yet..." as she speaks, she tries to back away casually towards the figure she noticed sneaking poorly "...it has its drawbacks!" and she suddenly sprints towards the intruder, her Greataxe already slicing through the air to strike, hoping to surprise him.
[[ OOC: @DM: Tell me if I can actually proceed to attack him, or if he suspects something and we have to roll initiative, or if something else happens ]]
KHESSA sees a human woman tall and well built. She has a dark complexion with long frizzy hair tied up in a back flowing pigtail collected with a dark purple strip of cloth. She wears a cloak of the same color covering her chainmail, a golden medallion is a part of the armor at the center breast. She firmly grasps a greatsword with both hands. “I need information on the Vanthampur’s. I was told they own this Bathhouse. I don’t want any trouble.”
"Well, if you are talkin' 'bout Mortlock, he's a right ole git! Always complaining about his flowers not bloomin' while hosting murderous thieves in the bathhouse at night. Doesn't sound right, now does it? But wait a moment, who the hells are you, anyway? And more importantly, how are you doing Atlas? Raynoir, that was so impressive. Who is the Bahamut person or thing or god you keep mentioning? Seems like someone worth knowing."
This was one of those times where Rosebud's mind barely got ahead of her mouth before she shared more information about who she has been dealing with. She also wants the woman in purple and chainmail with a gold medallion - obviously someone important - to share who she is willing before Rosebud voices what she knows.
Elias spins as Khessa jumps into action, his magical quill back in his hand in a flash and arcane formula already playing out in his head for a spell, the Vanthampur's? You mean Duke Thalamra Vanthampur, queen of the...wait, wait minute...history23
The Golden Medalion prominently displayed upon the center breast area of this woman's chainmail is a sure giveaway to ELIASand ROSEBUDthat this woman is a Hellrider of Elturel. There is a Holy Symbol sticking out of her pouch along her belt. You will know this to be a symbol of Torm. You will immediately suspect this is a Paladin.
She looks at the Druid, "I need to talk to this Mortlock. He may be able to tell me where Thavius Kreeg is located."
"Those who don't want any trouble won't get any from me" Khessa smiles, taking her right hand off the handle of the Greataxe to hold it out to the newcomer. "I'm Khessa, Khessa Cabbagefield. What's your name?"
"I'm sorry for the stormy reception," the blonde arcane warrior says "you know, we had just survived an attack by ruthless assassins..." she waves, indicating the bodies of the fallen.
"Actually," the tall adventuress sighs "even if you are not looking for trouble, I'm afraid trouble has found you. In the depths of this Bath House lurks a gang of vicious Dead Three Cultists, committing brutal crimes in honor of their dead deities. I can't tell you for sure wheter the Vanthampur are involved or not... but perhaps it would be worth finding out before having anything to do with them, huh? Will you join us in eradicating this terrible threat to innocent common folk? It won't take long - probably even less if you help us!"
Atlasremains seated, trying to wrap his head around the current situation. Last he remembered the party was being assaulted and... he had been cut down? He was on his way to the nine hells for sure.
Atlaswaves a hand at those asking about his condition, indicating that he is fine and just needs a moment. He continues to stare off into space letting his mind wander. For the first time ever he's afraid of where his actions may lead him.
Elias, taking his cue from Khessa, if she has relaxed then so will he. you're a Hellrider, from Elturel? What happened there? How did you survive? Thavius Kreeg? Wait I know that name...he thinks for a minute. history roll 15.
Seeing that Atlas is fine and that they were on speaking if not friendly terms with this newcomer, Rosebud opens up. "I don't know if Mortlock would be much help to you. He is as ugly as a spikeroot and about as bright as one. I have worked in this garden for months and have never sought him out but he always finds me here, particularly if I am making a lot of noise. It has been a few days since he has come to yell at me about the garden, so perhaps we could return during daylight - I could noisily work on the plants and you could hide until you wanted to talk to him."
The purple cloaked woman relaxes, “KHESSA, well met. I am REYA of Elturel. Or what was Elturel.”
She surveys the situation in the Bathhouse, “Assassins? There are evil things afoot.”
She then looks at ELIAS, “Yes. I am a Hellrider. As to what happened to Elturel. I do not know.” She has a haunting look on her face as she recalls, “I was on patrol north of the city when I watched in disbelief as the Companion’s light went out, turning black as the city appeared to crumble and sink below the horizon.”
She pauses, “When I returned to Elturel, all I found was a crater where the city once stood. I then lead a group of refugees west to Baldur’s Gate. The Flaming Fist had yet to close the city gates when we arrived. But we didn’t get far in the city before a group of Flaming Fist soldiers confronted us. The refugees scattered, and I was cornered by a Flaming Fist thug. I wounded the soldier with my greatsword. I fled down an alley and hid, moving around only at night. I heard a rumor that my Leige, Thavius Kreeg, was here in Baldur’s Gate accompanied by guards employed by Duke Vanthampur. I was told that Duke Vanthampur owns this Bathhouse.”
She then looks at ROSEBUD, “If this Mortlock Vanthampur is here we need to find him. I need to see and talk to my Leige.”
"Reya," Khessa places a hand gently on the newcomer's shoulder "I understand your desire to 'see and talk to your Leige,' but consider that by acting now that we have broken down the security at the entrance, we have a chance to enter the den of these assassins, probably saving many innocent lives!"
"Please help us first with this important task," the blonde arcane warrior fixes her blue eyes on the Hellrider's "so that together we can then help you with yours. And besides, you have another reason to help us... Listen, please. I believe what you have told me and I do not want anything bad to happen to you - but you must understand that here in Baldur's Gate the Flaming Fist, questionable as it might sometimes be, represents the authority".
"You may have eluded their search for now," the tall adventuress explains, with empathy and concern in her blue eyes "but sooner or later they will find you. So what? You will be forced to shed more blood to stay free. Unless, however, the blood shed is your own - putting an end to anything good or right you might do. If, however, you help us on this mission - which happens to be very close to the Flaming Fist's heart, I will emphasize the irreplaceable help you have given us and do everything I can to get you pardoned. Then you will be able to roam the city freely - and act as you wish, rather than like an outlaw. Don't you think that's a good deal?"
Khessa is quite happy to have won the help of Reya... but also surprised by the idea that she can even help Elturel!
"If I can, I will gladly help Elturel as well, you can be sure of that..." the blonde arcane warrior smiles uncertainly "but do not get your hopes up... I am only a cabbage farmer who was forced by events to live as an adventurer. I have not the slightest idea how to help Elturel".
"Unless..." the tall adventuress ponders "From the way you described its disappearance... as if it was swallowed up by the underground... I suspect that the drow may be to blame. And I have important unfinished business with the drow... Maybe when I face the drow I will be able to do something for Elturel too. Oh, well, impossible to know now. First thing first. The assassins".
Khessa looks with her blue eyes at the fellow adventurers: "Shall we go on?" she suggests.
Elias heads back with Khessa to check on Atlas, Brother Ray, madame Rosebud, is there anything we can do? Elias thinks for a minute, Maybe these deceased cultist have a potion or something, he runs over to cultist #2, rummaging through it's belongings.
ELIAS will not find any potions. He will find a total of three long daggers and 30 silver pieces on the dead bodies.
RAYNOIR, Brother Ray moves towards Atlas and kneels down next to him and lays his hands slightly above where the wounds are while quietly praying to the Great Bahamut to heal his friend Atlas.
'Oh great Bahamut, God of the just and the Brave hear my prayer for healing", and with those words Ray lays his hands upon Atlas casts | cure wounds | 14
KHESSA will notice someone sneaking (poorly I might add) outside around the front door of the Bathhouse.
As Raynoir kneels down, Atlas has visions of those he loves and feels the regret of leaving them behind without so much as a goodbye. Ray notices a single tear slide down Atlas cheek as he lays his hands on. With the final breath of Ray's prayer Atlas' eyes shoot open as he shouts, "I'm sorry!"
Elias hearing Atlas's voice runs over to the group, dropping two of the long knives and the pouch of 30 silver to the ground, Atlas! Oh thank Bahamut! and hugs brother Ray. thank you.
RAYNOIR, stands back, sweat falling down his dragon brow, he bows his head ever so slightly giving thanks to Bahamut for hearing his prayer, seeing Ellias rush to Atlas makes it all worthwhile. "There is such good here" he says to no one in particular. As Ellias hugs him he sits down and watches his friends and realises; he may not be a great fighter or a brave hero, he's a healer and this where Bahamut wants him to be and Brother Ray is thankful.
"We should rest beloved friends" he says.
"Good work, Raynoir!" Khessa rises from beside the newly healed fellow adventurer and pats the silver-scaled shoulder or the herald of Bahamut "Yes, indeed, we must recover, after the brutal assault we suffered" (says the woman whose large axe blade still drips with the blood of a poor butchered cultist).
"Are you feeling better, Atlas?" the blonde arcane warrior asks "I was so worried... Sneaking is an often valuable strategy, and yet..." as she speaks, she tries to back away casually towards the figure she noticed sneaking poorly "...it has its drawbacks!" and she suddenly sprints towards the intruder, her Greataxe already slicing through the air to strike, hoping to surprise him.
[[ OOC: @DM: Tell me if I can actually proceed to attack him, or if he suspects something and we have to roll initiative, or if something else happens ]]
KHESSA sees a human woman tall and well built. She has a dark complexion with long frizzy hair tied up in a back flowing pigtail collected with a dark purple strip of cloth. She wears a cloak of the same color covering her chainmail, a golden medallion is a part of the armor at the center breast. She firmly grasps a greatsword with both hands. “I need information on the Vanthampur’s. I was told they own this Bathhouse. I don’t want any trouble.”
(History check made reveals more.)
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"Well, if you are talkin' 'bout Mortlock, he's a right ole git! Always complaining about his flowers not bloomin' while hosting murderous thieves in the bathhouse at night. Doesn't sound right, now does it? But wait a moment, who the hells are you, anyway? And more importantly, how are you doing Atlas? Raynoir, that was so impressive. Who is the Bahamut person or thing or god you keep mentioning? Seems like someone worth knowing."
This was one of those times where Rosebud's mind barely got ahead of her mouth before she shared more information about who she has been dealing with. She also wants the woman in purple and chainmail with a gold medallion - obviously someone important - to share who she is willing before Rosebud voices what she knows.
Elias spins as Khessa jumps into action, his magical quill back in his hand in a flash and arcane formula already playing out in his head for a spell, the Vanthampur's? You mean Duke Thalamra Vanthampur, queen of the...wait, wait minute... history 23
The Golden Medalion prominently displayed upon the center breast area of this woman's chainmail is a sure giveaway to ELIAS and ROSEBUD that this woman is a Hellrider of Elturel. There is a Holy Symbol sticking out of her pouch along her belt. You will know this to be a symbol of Torm. You will immediately suspect this is a Paladin.
She looks at the Druid, "I need to talk to this Mortlock. He may be able to tell me where Thavius Kreeg is located."
"Those who don't want any trouble won't get any from me" Khessa smiles, taking her right hand off the handle of the Greataxe to hold it out to the newcomer. "I'm Khessa, Khessa Cabbagefield. What's your name?"
"I'm sorry for the stormy reception," the blonde arcane warrior says "you know, we had just survived an attack by ruthless assassins..." she waves, indicating the bodies of the fallen.
"Actually," the tall adventuress sighs "even if you are not looking for trouble, I'm afraid trouble has found you. In the depths of this Bath House lurks a gang of vicious Dead Three Cultists, committing brutal crimes in honor of their dead deities. I can't tell you for sure wheter the Vanthampur are involved or not... but perhaps it would be worth finding out before having anything to do with them, huh? Will you join us in eradicating this terrible threat to innocent common folk? It won't take long - probably even less if you help us!"
Atlas remains seated, trying to wrap his head around the current situation. Last he remembered the party was being assaulted and... he had been cut down? He was on his way to the nine hells for sure.
Atlas waves a hand at those asking about his condition, indicating that he is fine and just needs a moment. He continues to stare off into space letting his mind wander. For the first time ever he's afraid of where his actions may lead him.
Elias, taking his cue from Khessa, if she has relaxed then so will he. you're a Hellrider, from Elturel? What happened there? How did you survive? Thavius Kreeg? Wait I know that name...he thinks for a minute. history roll 15.
Seeing that Atlas is fine and that they were on speaking if not friendly terms with this newcomer, Rosebud opens up. "I don't know if Mortlock would be much help to you. He is as ugly as a spikeroot and about as bright as one. I have worked in this garden for months and have never sought him out but he always finds me here, particularly if I am making a lot of noise. It has been a few days since he has come to yell at me about the garden, so perhaps we could return during daylight - I could noisily work on the plants and you could hide until you wanted to talk to him."
The purple cloaked woman relaxes, “KHESSA, well met. I am REYA of Elturel. Or what was Elturel.”
She surveys the situation in the Bathhouse, “Assassins? There are evil things afoot.”
She then looks at ELIAS, “Yes. I am a Hellrider. As to what happened to Elturel. I do not know.” She has a haunting look on her face as she recalls, “I was on patrol north of the city when I watched in disbelief as the Companion’s light went out, turning black as the city appeared to crumble and sink below the horizon.”
She pauses, “When I returned to Elturel, all I found was a crater where the city once stood. I then lead a group of refugees west to Baldur’s Gate. The Flaming Fist had yet to close the city gates when we arrived. But we didn’t get far in the city before a group of Flaming Fist soldiers confronted us. The refugees scattered, and I was cornered by a Flaming Fist thug. I wounded the soldier with my greatsword. I fled down an alley and hid, moving around only at night. I heard a rumor that my Leige, Thavius Kreeg, was here in Baldur’s Gate accompanied by guards employed by Duke Vanthampur. I was told that Duke Vanthampur owns this Bathhouse.”
She then looks at ROSEBUD, “If this Mortlock Vanthampur is here we need to find him. I need to see and talk to my Leige.”
"Reya," Khessa places a hand gently on the newcomer's shoulder "I understand your desire to 'see and talk to your Leige,' but consider that by acting now that we have broken down the security at the entrance, we have a chance to enter the den of these assassins, probably saving many innocent lives!"
"Please help us first with this important task," the blonde arcane warrior fixes her blue eyes on the Hellrider's "so that together we can then help you with yours. And besides, you have another reason to help us... Listen, please. I believe what you have told me and I do not want anything bad to happen to you - but you must understand that here in Baldur's Gate the Flaming Fist, questionable as it might sometimes be, represents the authority".
"You may have eluded their search for now," the tall adventuress explains, with empathy and concern in her blue eyes "but sooner or later they will find you. So what? You will be forced to shed more blood to stay free. Unless, however, the blood shed is your own - putting an end to anything good or right you might do. If, however, you help us on this mission - which happens to be very close to the Flaming Fist's heart, I will emphasize the irreplaceable help you have given us and do everything I can to get you pardoned. Then you will be able to roam the city freely - and act as you wish, rather than like an outlaw. Don't you think that's a good deal?"
REYA will look at KHESSA, “I will consider your offer, but I must go and pray about it.”
The well-built female turns and heads to the courtyard. She goes to kneel at one of the benches facing to the east.
She is there for several minutes.
She returns to KHESSA, “I sense that if I help you, you will help me, and possibly Elturel as well. I will help you with these Assassins.”
(Reya has been added to the party.)
Khessa is quite happy to have won the help of Reya... but also surprised by the idea that she can even help Elturel!
"If I can, I will gladly help Elturel as well, you can be sure of that..." the blonde arcane warrior smiles uncertainly "but do not get your hopes up... I am only a cabbage farmer who was forced by events to live as an adventurer. I have not the slightest idea how to help Elturel".
"Unless..." the tall adventuress ponders "From the way you described its disappearance... as if it was swallowed up by the underground... I suspect that the drow may be to blame. And I have important unfinished business with the drow... Maybe when I face the drow I will be able to do something for Elturel too. Oh, well, impossible to know now. First thing first. The assassins".
Khessa looks with her blue eyes at the fellow adventurers: "Shall we go on?" she suggests.