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Torunn ponders on that for a moment, "Maybe they either had something to do with the disappearance of the central stone or knew more than they initially let off?"
I Know Torunn is from Lantan, but maybe he has heard of Nesme, History: 8
I Know Torunn is from Lantan, but maybe he has heard of Nesme
The story of the siege and eventual fall of Neseme - a once prosperous town located between the Lurkwood and the Evermoors - to a combined force of Orcs and Drow eventually reached as far south as Lantan.
"If so, then perhaps they kept word and sought out the other villagers. As they met have only been able to acquire more information regarding it from those missing."D.O.R.K chimed in hopeful for a moment. It is at that point she feels something tug on her hand. Looking down, she sees a thoroughly by then rain drenched Vark point towards Lukian, assuming the cleric . "... Understood. Thank you, Vark. You may retire with Beedo." Vark then gestures to the makeshift corpse pile.
"That I leave to your discretion. But do not push yourself overly much."The goblin smirked, pounded his chest, and then rushed off to continue whatever it was he was doing to help Ebonitus earlier. "Will you be alright, Lukian?" She asked, moving over as necessary to address the elf.
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Lukian looks at Dork, at first appearing very tired, but then looking frustrated more than anything. The elf surveys the carnage once again and takes a deep breath. "Of course," he finally replies. "Never had I imagined that Lathandar would put me on a course so violent." He shakes his head. "I don't know what I expected after my vision, but it wasn't this. I'm no stranger to scrapes ... " He takes another breath. "After leaving my home and traveling to Secomber to serve at the Shrine, I thought all of that was behind me." He runs his hand down his face, perhaps leaving more grime than he removed. "I am my lord's instrument. Even if that instrument is one of violence and even ... death." He turns and stomps out of the tower, walking in Golem's direction.
D.O.R.K refrained from impeding Lukian, and would even go out of her way to step aside if remotely in the way. Yet before the elf can get outside of hearing range, she adds one final point. "What is so one day, will not always be so the next. You will adapt, as this operative has been made to... it will not be easy." With that said, she would look to the rest and add, "For now, we should focus on shelter. Tomorrow we can then decide if we are to pursue this note, or return to Yatar to resupply."
Her piece said, the construct turns her attention to examining the interior of the tower again. This time she intended to gather whatever the giants had for bedding, and whatever else could be made into a makeshift great tents, or at giant lean to shelters for the night.
(@Grant: Have we ever managed to get hold of a greater map of the world, or at least a rough one? Or did Dork ever only get hold of a local one from a past area? Also, we are currently in the hills, or basically the moors(presumably evermoors) at this point?)
Have we ever managed to get hold of a greater map of the world, or at least a rough one? Or did Dork ever only get hold of a local one from a past area? Also, we are currently in the hills, or basically the moors(presumably evermoors) at this point?
As far as I am aware nobody ever got a detailed map, or even a rough map, of the north. You are currently somewhere in the Surbrin Hills which are well to the west of the Evermoors.
(@Grant: I know D.O.R.K tried to, but not sure how successful she was... Guess she's got one more reason to try again in Yatar this time, assuming she can get the coin for it. Been broke for days now, and her cut is going straight to the goblins since they've been underpaid for a while now. XD)
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(@Grant: I know D.O.R.K tried to, but not sure how successful she was...
As far as I can work out you only sought a map of the city - see below - which I provided.
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Just prior to exiting the gate, D.O.R.K tries to flag down one of the guards, and inquiry, "Greetings. I understand that you are fairly at the moment. But, there something I wished to inquiry. Namely, Who is the or leaders of this city, and where might I find them tomorrow? In addition: Do you know where I acquire a map of the city?" Once she had the information, or more than likely rebuffed for trying, the construct makes her way back to camp to relay all that had been learned thus far.
The following morning Devin spends some time preparing his spells for the day. When he has completed this he approaches the others.
"I have spent my morning preparing a spell to Speak with Dead. I intend to question this teifling and learn what I can from it. I can ask the corpse up to five questions and while it does not have to answer truthfully we parted as allies and should not see us as its foes. Specifically I seek to know who Fylo Nelgorn and Duke Zalto are and what matters of mutual benefit they were to discuss. What should the remaining two questions be, or other ideas on the first three?"
At the dawn of the new day D.O.R.K and her cadre of goblins busy themselves seeing to the corpses of the giants, assuming the weather finally allotted for it. And if not, she guides them through severing tendons and removing certain bones. In this way, when or if they rise again as undead due to unexpected means, they are in a considerably less dangerous state under at least some circumstances.
It is grueling work, and not likely to be seen in a good light. Yet, the pragmatist in her knew it need be done. Vark and Beedo, on the other hand, were varying degrees of happy to do so, as it meant getting out of drills and lectures for the morning. That, and pay the giant's back for having them sit out in the rain for so long! After all is said and done, she regroups for morning prayers and the other usual preparations.
"If they have left such details unnoted in the letter, it is unlikely -- temporary allies or not -- that he will divulge it without some promise of following through on it ourselves. Addendum: As I have not made use of this blessing myself however, my knowledge is limited on the matter. So, I will trust you with the details, and would request the following be considered for the question: One, how do we get to Nesme from the Sucumber Hills? Two, what transpired after we parted company last? And three, in the event of your demise, how would you wish your remains to be seen to?"She asked nonchalantly.
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Lukian has changed to summer.
Personality trait: You stand tall and strong so that others can lean on you.
Flaw: Punch first. Talk later.
Fey step effect: Immediately after you use your Fey Step, each creature of your choice that you can see within 5 feet of you takes fire damage equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of 1 damage).
Lukian keeps to himself that night, being very contemplative. The next morning, however, is a different story. As soon as his eyes open, Lukian appears ready to confront the day. His eyes are bright. His back is straight. And his hair is ... orange? He returns to camp after his morning prayers and finds Dork and the goblins carefully dismembering the giants. Without an invitation, Lukian draws Dawnbringer and begins hacking an slicing with the glowing blade.
Torunn's night was relatively uneventful, dreams full of different inventions and blueprints. The group will wake to find him going through his tools on the cart, muttering and cursing about their not being anymore gun powder.
Unless the group interact with him, he will idly fiddle one one of his small creations until the party starts the ritual with the dead tiefling.
Lukian responds telepathically, "We are the morning lord's instrument. No matter our duty, we will do it to our best ability and to his greatest honor."
Lukian responds telepathically, "We are the morning lord's instrument. No matter our duty, we will do it to our best ability and to his greatest honor."
What Lukian hears in his head
"But chopping up dead giants - is that really a task that the Morning Lord has set for you?" And precisely where is the honour in it?"
Lukian responds telepathically, "The morning lord has put me on a path with these others. I may not understand exactly what he wants me to do, but so long as the tasks do not blaspheme against my lord's teachings, who am I to refuse to help?"
To Devin the elf says, "Undead are an abomination, but I do not know how Lathander feels about speaking with the dead. If you are obliged, I will abstain from assisting you and will keep my distance while you are performing this ritual."
Devin nods to Lukina, "Fair enough friend, I understand."
Devin lays the tieflings body out in front of him and then sits cross legged in front of it. He then quietly murmurs the incantations necessary for the spell as the smell of incense burns. With a motion of his hands he completes the spell. He then waits for the spirit of the tiefling to appear.
When it does he poses these question to begin:
Who is Ardragon Malark?
Who is Fylo Nelgorn?
Who is Duke Zalto?
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Torunn ponders on that for a moment, "Maybe they either had something to do with the disappearance of the central stone or knew more than they initially let off?"
I Know Torunn is from Lantan, but maybe he has heard of Nesme, History: 8
The story of the siege and eventual fall of Neseme - a once prosperous town located between the Lurkwood and the Evermoors - to a combined force of Orcs and Drow eventually reached as far south as Lantan.
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"If so, then perhaps they kept word and sought out the other villagers. As they met have only been able to acquire more information regarding it from those missing." D.O.R.K chimed in hopeful for a moment. It is at that point she feels something tug on her hand. Looking down, she sees a thoroughly by then rain drenched Vark point towards Lukian, assuming the cleric . "... Understood. Thank you, Vark. You may retire with Beedo." Vark then gestures to the makeshift corpse pile.
"That I leave to your discretion. But do not push yourself overly much." The goblin smirked, pounded his chest, and then rushed off to continue whatever it was he was doing to help Ebonitus earlier. "Will you be alright, Lukian?" She asked, moving over as necessary to address the elf.
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Lukian looks at Dork, at first appearing very tired, but then looking frustrated more than anything. The elf surveys the carnage once again and takes a deep breath. "Of course," he finally replies. "Never had I imagined that Lathandar would put me on a course so violent." He shakes his head. "I don't know what I expected after my vision, but it wasn't this. I'm no stranger to scrapes ... " He takes another breath. "After leaving my home and traveling to Secomber to serve at the Shrine, I thought all of that was behind me." He runs his hand down his face, perhaps leaving more grime than he removed. "I am my lord's instrument. Even if that instrument is one of violence and even ... death." He turns and stomps out of the tower, walking in Golem's direction.
D.O.R.K refrained from impeding Lukian, and would even go out of her way to step aside if remotely in the way. Yet before the elf can get outside of hearing range, she adds one final point. "What is so one day, will not always be so the next. You will adapt, as this operative has been made to... it will not be easy." With that said, she would look to the rest and add, "For now, we should focus on shelter. Tomorrow we can then decide if we are to pursue this note, or return to Yatar to resupply."
Her piece said, the construct turns her attention to examining the interior of the tower again. This time she intended to gather whatever the giants had for bedding, and whatever else could be made into a makeshift great tents, or at giant lean to shelters for the night.
(@Grant: Have we ever managed to get hold of a greater map of the world, or at least a rough one? Or did Dork ever only get hold of a local one from a past area? Also, we are currently in the hills, or basically the moors(presumably evermoors) at this point?)
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As far as I am aware nobody ever got a detailed map, or even a rough map, of the north. You are currently somewhere in the Surbrin Hills which are well to the west of the Evermoors.
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(@Grant: I know D.O.R.K tried to, but not sure how successful she was... Guess she's got one more reason to try again in Yatar this time, assuming she can get the coin for it. Been broke for days now, and her cut is going straight to the goblins since they've been underpaid for a while now. XD)
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As far as I can work out you only sought a map of the city - see below - which I provided.
Extract from Post#1911
Just prior to exiting the gate, D.O.R.K tries to flag down one of the guards, and inquiry, "Greetings. I understand that you are fairly at the moment. But, there something I wished to inquiry. Namely, Who is the or leaders of this city, and where might I find them tomorrow? In addition: Do you know where I acquire a map of the city?" Once she had the information, or more than likely rebuffed for trying, the construct makes her way back to camp to relay all that had been learned thus far.
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Lukian with fetch Golem and bring him closer to the tower where, presumably, the party is camping.
The party settles down for what turns out to be an uneventful night. In the morning everybody is 2000 XP better off.
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The following morning Devin spends some time preparing his spells for the day. When he has completed this he approaches the others.
"I have spent my morning preparing a spell to Speak with Dead. I intend to question this teifling and learn what I can from it. I can ask the corpse up to five questions and while it does not have to answer truthfully we parted as allies and should not see us as its foes. Specifically I seek to know who Fylo Nelgorn and Duke Zalto are and what matters of mutual benefit they were to discuss. What should the remaining two questions be, or other ideas on the first three?"
At the dawn of the new day D.O.R.K and her cadre of goblins busy themselves seeing to the corpses of the giants, assuming the weather finally allotted for it. And if not, she guides them through severing tendons and removing certain bones. In this way, when or if they rise again as undead due to unexpected means, they are in a considerably less dangerous state under at least some circumstances.
It is grueling work, and not likely to be seen in a good light. Yet, the pragmatist in her knew it need be done. Vark and Beedo, on the other hand, were varying degrees of happy to do so, as it meant getting out of drills and lectures for the morning. That, and pay the giant's back for having them sit out in the rain for so long! After all is said and done, she regroups for morning prayers and the other usual preparations.
"If they have left such details unnoted in the letter, it is unlikely -- temporary allies or not -- that he will divulge it without some promise of following through on it ourselves. Addendum: As I have not made use of this blessing myself however, my knowledge is limited on the matter. So, I will trust you with the details, and would request the following be considered for the question: One, how do we get to Nesme from the Sucumber Hills? Two, what transpired after we parted company last? And three, in the event of your demise, how would you wish your remains to be seen to?" She asked nonchalantly.
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Lukian has changed to summer.
Personality trait: You stand tall and strong so that others can lean on you.
Flaw: Punch first. Talk later.
Fey step effect: Immediately after you use your Fey Step, each creature of your choice that you can see within 5 feet of you takes fire damage equal to your Charisma modifier (minimum of 1 damage).
Lukian keeps to himself that night, being very contemplative. The next morning, however, is a different story. As soon as his eyes open, Lukian appears ready to confront the day. His eyes are bright. His back is straight. And his hair is ... orange? He returns to camp after his morning prayers and finds Dork and the goblins carefully dismembering the giants. Without an invitation, Lukian draws Dawnbringer and begins hacking an slicing with the glowing blade.
What Lukian hears in his head
"Really Lukian must you?! I am a carefully crafted blade not some sort of oversized butcher's cleaver!
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Torunn's night was relatively uneventful, dreams full of different inventions and blueprints. The group will wake to find him going through his tools on the cart, muttering and cursing about their not being anymore gun powder.
Unless the group interact with him, he will idly fiddle one one of his small creations until the party starts the ritual with the dead tiefling.
Lukian responds telepathically, "We are the morning lord's instrument. No matter our duty, we will do it to our best ability and to his greatest honor."
What Lukian hears in his head
"But chopping up dead giants - is that really a task that the Morning Lord has set for you?" And precisely where is the honour in it?"
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Is anybody other than D.O.R.K. going to respond to Devin's suggestion?
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Lukian responds telepathically, "The morning lord has put me on a path with these others. I may not understand exactly what he wants me to do, but so long as the tasks do not blaspheme against my lord's teachings, who am I to refuse to help?"
To Devin the elf says, "Undead are an abomination, but I do not know how Lathander feels about speaking with the dead. If you are obliged, I will abstain from assisting you and will keep my distance while you are performing this ritual."
Devin nods to Lukina, "Fair enough friend, I understand."
Devin lays the tieflings body out in front of him and then sits cross legged in front of it. He then quietly murmurs the incantations necessary for the spell as the smell of incense burns. With a motion of his hands he completes the spell. He then waits for the spirit of the tiefling to appear.
When it does he poses these question to begin:
Who is Ardragon Malark?
Who is Fylo Nelgorn?
Who is Duke Zalto?