This plays whenever the group as reacquainted itself and the child begins to pester the old man for a story. You can use the time before to talk amongst yourself.
(It's a long post sorry. More is coming to set the mood. )
The blue skinned woman raised her hand in a gesture of protest. "I'm sorry." The friends had to strain to hear her low voice. "I am not a teller of tales. I have not the art." She spoke the Common tongue, her accent thick.
The child's eager face filled with disappointment.
The old man patted him on the back, then looked directly into the woman's eyes. "You may not be a teller of tales," he said pleasantly, "but you are a singer of songs, aren't you. Waterlord's Daughter. Sing the child your song, Elona. You know the one."
From out of nowhere, apparently, a lute appeared in the old man's hands. He gave it to the woman who stared at him in fear and astonishment.
"How ... do you know me, sir?" she asked.
"That is not important." The old man smiled gently. "Sing for us. Waterlord's Daughter."
The woman took the lute with hands that trembled visibly. Her eyes were held fast by the glittering black eyes of the old man. Slowly, as if in a trance, she began to strum the lute. As the melancholy chords drifted through the common room, conversations ceased. Soon, everyone was watching her, but she did not notice. Elona sang for the old man alone.
The Seas are endless,
Andwaves sings on,
And Elona the princess
Loves a poor man's son.
Her father the Waterlord
Makes long roads between them,
The seas are endless, and waves sings on.
The Sea-grass are waving,
The deep rim is gray,
The Waterlord sends the lover
East and away,
To search for strong magic
At the lip of the morning,
The sea grass are waving, the deep rim is gray.
O Lover, where have you gone?
O Lover, autumn comes on.
I sit by the beach
And look to the sunrise,
But the sun rises over the mountains alone.
The waves are fading,
The summer wind dies,
He comes back, the darkness
Of stones in his eyes.
He carries a blue staff
As bright as a glacier,
The seas are fading, the summer wind dies.
The sea grass are fragile,
The Waterlord makes mockery
Of Lover's claim.
He orders the people
To stone the young warrior,
The seas grass are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grassland has faded,
And autumn is here.
The girl joins her lover,
The stones whistle near,
The staff flares in blue light
And both of them vanish,
The sea grassis faded, and autumn is here.
There was heavy silence in the room as her hand struck the final chord. Taking a deep breath, she handed the lute back to the old man and withdrew into the shadows once more.
"Thank you, my dear," the old man said, smiling.
"Now can I have a story?" the little boy asked wistfully.
"Of course," the old man answered and settled back in his chair. "Once upon a time, the great god, Paladine-"
"Paladine?" the child interrupted. "I've never heard of a god named Paladine."
A snorting sound came from the High Theocrat sitting at the nearby table. Alex looked at Hederick, whose face was flushed and scowling. The old man appeared not to notice.
"Paladine is one of the ancient gods, child. No one has worshiped him for a long time."
"Why did he leave?" the little boy asked.
"He did not leave us," the old man answered, and his smile grew sad. "Men left him after the dark days of the Cataclysm. They blamed the destruction of the world on the gods, instead of on themselves, as they should have done. Have you ever heard the 'Canticle of the Dragon'?"
"Oh, yes," the boy said eagerly. "I love stories about dragons, though papa saysdragons never existed. I believe in them, though. I hope to see one someday!"
The old man's face seemed to age and grow sorrowful. He stroked the young boy's hair. "Be careful what you wish, my child," he said softly. Then he fell silent.
"The story-" the boy prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, once upon a time Paladine heard the prayer of a very greatknight, Huma-"
"Huma from the 'Canticle'?"
"Yes, that's the one. Huma became lost in the forest. He wandered and wandereduntil he despaired because he thought he would never see his homeland again. He prayed to Paladine for help, and there suddenly appeared before him a white stag."
"Did Huma shoot it?" the boy asked.
"He started to, but his heart failed him. He could not shoot an animal so magnificent. The stag bounded away. Then it stopped arid looked back at him, as if waiting. Huma began to follow it. Day and night, he followed the stag until it led him to his homeland. He offered thanks to the god, Paladine-"
Karia looked eagerly around the common room and waved to the folks she recognized. When she was ushered to the table she ordered a plate of spiced potatos and a mug of cool, crisp ale. "So! Here we all are, what did everyone get up to?"
Shan was talking to her friends, mostly listening to their histories but couldn't help herself to be captivated by the song of the woman. And listented with interest to the history of the old man. Of course she knew the history, she could narrate the Tale of Huma by heart but there was something off in all of that. She gently touched Alex's forearm to bring his attention to the old man.
The kender was captivated by the sad song of the beatiful woman. He was sitting next to her and alongside the kid that asked for a tale, so he listened to the old man, strangely quiet but he didn't want to interrupt the old man as he told his tale...
Slowly, as if in a trance, she began to strum the lute. As the melancholy chords drifted through the common room, conversations ceased. Soon, everyone was watching her, but she did not notice. Elona sang for the old man alone.
The Seas are endless...
...
The sea grassis faded, and autumn is here.
There was heavy silence in the room as her hand struck the final chord. Taking a deep breath, she handed the lute back to the old man and withdrew into the shadows once more.
Brenton, still looking around the room, gulps down his food, even faster than the minotaur - the habits of a nomadic plainsmen - when he says, "Keep an eye on that old coot of a storyteller. If that Seeker what's his name doesn't like him, he may be of interest to us and may need help soon enough."
"In the meantime though, I'm going to talk to that quiet lass. Anyone that calm in this storm has something interesting to contribute - I'll be right back."
Brenton gets up an approaches the quiet BLUE skinned woman who keeps watch on the old man...
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...Brenton is taken aback by the song. He tunes out the old man and approaches the woman.
Although still a respectful distance, he leans in so that he doesn't have to worry about others hearing too clearly, saying, "Your music was beautiful and enchanting. I can't remember the last time I heard something as lovely as that...
"In any case, I had come to speak to you for a reason. Otik speaks highly of you, and you seem to have an interest in that storyteller, and, obviously vice versa. May I join you? I think you know more of what's going on here than I and I'm in need of answers. Solace has changed much and it bothers me."
Then he whispers, "These Seekers have been seeking a blue gem staff - could it be the one you mentioned in your song?"
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Algrenon sits down across from his friends as realizes he dosent recognize the bartender this night figuring his folks might have taken the night off. He'd look for them tomorrow , eyeing up his friends and hearing karia speak he sighs. "Not to much to say about me , ran into some bad luck early but otherwise spent my days on the coastal cities out on ships trying to gather information from people arriving from other continents." He avoids direct eye contact with everyone as he embelishes further on his made up story of how he spent the last five years. (OOC ill roll a deception check now just in case any of Algrenons prying friends try to gleem truths or lies from his story. 15 )
"My Master who aided me in Solamnia has died. he gifted me my new Maul and Armor. Where he had gotten the money I do not know. I camped many of the nights in the wilds on the edge of town as many of the folk feared me. Eventually, my pipes won me some lodging, and eventually, as luck would have it I found this" he pulls out an old battered leather-bound book with a Bison head on it. The head was outlined in platinum, its leather exotic, and its pages vellum with silver lettering. It was an old book as the pages had some aging on them, but he did not know how old.
" I have tried to read the book, but for right now all I can make out is one-word Jolith. I think this is a holy book" he says quietly and sliding it over to Shan, as he guessed she could read it. She was always more knowledgable then he was.
During the Song Zar twisted to look at the woman, enthralled at the sounds before the older man began to tell his story. It was one he heard or read. It was one of his favorites, he had bought the book before, and left it here at the inn, which ended up recycled to another reader here and there. Eventually, he bought it again and once more he left it. Honestly, the Minotaur probably had bought this tale a total of 6 times.
As the book passes hands, Cairn fills the momentary silence amongst friends
Well, as yeh all know, I love me a good fight. That much hasn't changed. But see I wanted to do it right, and get a bit of professional advice under me belt. I decided to join in with the military. So from there I got me wish, fighting the good fight. Mind you it ain't war time round 'ere, so there were a bit of sitting around. One time they sent us out to take care of some farming folk and chase off whatever's been at their cattle for some time. We had only found some larger wolf tracks. We followed them tracks and never did find nothin'. As we searched I ended up finding me a small ruined church no bigger than this room. The roof had been peeled back by years of disuse. The only thing left were this pedestal that looked like a great nasty war hammer with chains off each end. One had a scale bucket and the other was sundered clean offoff. On top of that was this beautiful longsword. Yeh can tell it was something of great power just by lookin at it. All the metals in this ruin was pocked and rusted. This blade, you can still see yerself in it.
pulls the shatterspike out once more to be inspected. (Cairn doesn't know the actual name.)
Months go by, and there was no work. They couldn't keep payin us and feedin us without no money comin in, no bounties paid. So I left and been just keeping my path free from any ill that may arise.
Karia washed down a mouthful of potatos with a swig of ale and bit her bottom lip for a moment. "I wasn't allowed to talk about it beforehand, but as you can see by the robes, I took my Test at the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth. I guess, I guess I learned that I had to start taking things seriously, but something good did happen. Because I outwitted a Black Robe who was more powerful than I was, I got this..."
Karia reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a small silver figurine of a raven. "Her name is Naira and she can turn into a real bird."
What? Like alive, alive?! Like a metal bird?? Does it squeak when it moves? Ah that's amazing!
Cairn is not so deep in his cups, at least not as far as he would like. But Genuine amazement for the talent of his friend and the figurine. Takes a large gulp to finish his ale and politely asks for another round to all of his companions, at the regular price. (DM please lmk how much that is.)
And Al, you're gonna hafta tell us about that nasty great big facial scar yeah got. Were just gonna keep askin. Did it get yer eye? Cause it looks like a marble now mate. What's the real story??
Persuasion: 2
(wow that's bad. Lmao oh btw Cairn sounds like Hiccup's dad from how to train your dragon.)
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Shan takes the book and looks at it with curiosity.
"I will definetly look into it and we will see what we can learn from it." she says " Jolith... " she repeats as she examines the book without open it. The word rings some bells in her head
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Regus has not yet taken a seat, rather he is walking around the Last Home. Completely overcome by the feeling of peace this Inn has brought him, He does listen to the blue-skinned woman when she sings but overall pays no attention to the old man and his story. It was a nice tune, He may have heard it before He cant remember. Some faces stand out to him as the companions who had made the pact 5 years prior, others are new; faces he had never seen before. Tucking his arms into his sleeves and folding them behind him, Regus acknowledges the table his friends have sat at but continues to pace around the inn. He's not a fan of alcohol so its lure meant nothing to him, Instead Regus is keeping his eye out for a Blue crystal staff or anything that would look like one but is hidden under a piece of fabric.
If goblins would attack them for such a thing it must be important, He wanted to know why.
Perception: 4
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Having his attention drawn back to the Old One, Alex has a haze lost memory float through his head. "I feel like I should know something that is missing." The thought leaves his mind as quick as it came. Looking around the Last Home and feeling peaceful in his second home. "Do any of you ever remember this place being so full and having such a tense fell to it?"
Fangor shakes his head. "Other than the occasional fight that Otik had to break up, no I don't remember this place being so tense. People seem to be on edge because of the Seekers."
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Solomon looks around the inn. "If that ambush was any indication, I would say this place definitely isn't the same." Solomon then raises his hand in hopes to catch the attention of a waitress to get some water and food for the table.
Everyone is talking and exchanging news about what they have done for the last five years when suddenly...
"Blashphemy!" snarled a voice loudly. A chair crashed back.
Brenton puts down his mug of ale, looking up, he has had his eyes on the situation for a while and has seen trouble brewing. Everyone at the table stopped drinking to watch the drunken Theocrat.
"Blasphemy!" Hederick, weaving unsteadily on his feet, pointed at the old man. "Heretic! Corrupting our youth! I'll bring you before the counshel, old man." The Seeker fell back a step, then staggered forward again. He looked around the room with a pompous air. "Call the guardsh!" He made a grandiose gesture. "Have them arresht thish man and thish woman for telling sordid liesh. Obviously a liar and murder! I'll confishcate thish staff!"
The Seeker lurched across the floor to Geoff, who was staring at him in disgust. He reached clumsily for the staff.
"No," the Elona spoke coolly. "That is mine. You cannot take it."
"Fool!" the Seeker sneered. "I am the High Theocrat! I take what I want."
He started to make another grab for the staff. Alex rose to his feet. "She says you will not take it," the man said , trying to keep things from escalating. He pushed the Seeker backward.
The tall man's push was not rough, but it knocked the drunken Theocrat completely off balance. His arms flailing wildly, he tried to catch himself. He lurched forward, too far, tripped over his official robes, and fell head first into the roaring fire.
There was a whoosh and a flare of light, then a sickening smell of burning flesh. The Theocrat's scream tore through the stunned silence as the crazed man leaped to his feet and started whirling around in a frenzy. He had become a living torch!
Solomon and the others sat, unable to move, paralyzed with the shock of the incident. Only the kender, hiding among the crowd had wits enough to run forward, anxious to try and help the man. But the Theocrat was screaming and waving his arms, fanning the flames that were consuming his clothes and his body. There seemed no way that the little kender could help him.
"Here!" The old man grabbed Elona's wrapped staff and handed it to the kender. "Knock him down. Then we can smother the fire."
Kinlin took the staff. He swung it, using all his strength, and hit the Theocrat squarely in the chest. The man fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd. Taylon himself stood, opened-mouthed, the staff clutched in his hand, staring down at the amazing sight at his feet. The flames had died instantly. The man's robes were whole, undamaged. His skin was pink and healthy. He sat up, a look of fear and awe on his face. He stared down at his hands and his robes. There was not a mark on his skin. There was not the smallest cinder smoking on his robes.
"It healed him!" the old man proclaimed loudly. "The staff Look at the staff!"
The kender's eyes went to the staff in his hands. It was made of blue crystal and was glowing with a bright blue light!
The old man began shouting. "Call the guards! Arrest the kender! Arrest the liars! Arrest their friends! I saw them come in with this big bullman." He pointed at Zar.
"What?" Regus leaped up. "Are you crazy, old man?"
"Call the guards!" The word spread. "Did you see-? The blue crystal staff? We've found it. Now they'll leave us alone. Call the guards!"
The Theocrat staggered to his feet, his face pale, blotched with red. Brenton and his companions stood up, fear and alarm in their faces.
"Foul liar!" Hederick's voice shook with rage. "You have cured me with evil! Even as I burn to purify my flesh, you will burn to purify your soul!" With that, the Seeker reached out, and before anyone could stop him, he plunged his hand back into the flames! He gagged with the pain but did not cry out. Then, clutching his charred and blackened hand, he turned and staggered off through the murmuring crowd, a wild look of satisfaction on his pain-twisted face.
"You've got to get out of here!" Tika came running over to Alex, her breath coming in gasps. "The whole town's been hunting for that staff! Those hooded men told the Theocrat they'd destroy Solace if they caught someone harboring the staff. The townspeople will turn you over to the guards!"
"But it's not our fault!" Shan protested. She glared at the old man and saw him settle back into his chair, a pleased smile on his face. The old man grinned at Regus and winked.
"Do you think they'll believe you!" Tika wrung her hands. "Look!"
Shan looked around. People were glaring at them balefully. Some took a firm grip on their mugs. Others eased their hands onto the hilts of their swords. Shouts from down below drew his eyes back to his friends.
"The guards are coming!" exclaimed Tika.
Karia rose. She knew the inn better than most. "We'll have to go out through the kitchen."
"Yes!" Tikka nodded. "They won't look back there yet. But hurry. It won't take them long to surround the place."
"Come on!" Tika urged, tugging on Solomon's arm. Zar and Regus were already at the kitchen door.
"Get the kender," Shan told her.
Taylon stood, rooted to the floor, staring at the staff. It was rapidly fading back to its nondescript brown color. Tika grabbed Tay by his topknot and pulled him toward the kitchen. The kender shrieked, dropping the staff. Elona swiftly picked it up, clutching it close to herself. Although frightened, her eyes were clear and steady as she looked at Brenton and Shan ; she was apparently thinking rapidly.
"I will go," Elona said to herself.
"This way!" Shan herded them out through the swinging kitchen doors following Tika and Tay. She glanced behind her and saw some of the crowd move forward, but in no great hurry.
The cook stared at them as they ran through the kitchen. Alex and Zar were already at the exit, which was nothing more than a hole cut in the floor. A rope hung from a sturdy limb above the hole and dropped forty feet to the ground.
"Ah!" exclaimed Kin, laughing. "Here the ale comes up and the garbage goes down."
Tika turned to Alex, " Take them to my house. You remember where it is." she adds blushing a little.
OOC: Roll or tell me how you are otherwise getting down. DC is 10. Sorry for the long post but it had to be done. Now we start the quest.
Regus simply jumps and falls 30 feet before clicking his heels together and landing on the ground, Deactivating his boots as soon as his feet hits the dirt. (Taking 1 minute off the flight time remaining)
"Blasted, confounded, worthless..." Regus is mumbling under his breath as he is trying to think of a way out of this.
He will draw his wand from its hiding place and be at the ready in case anyone comes towards him or Zar while everyone else is descending.
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This plays whenever the group as reacquainted itself and the child begins to pester the old man for a story. You can use the time before to talk amongst yourself.
(It's a long post sorry. More is coming to set the mood. )
The blue skinned woman raised her hand in a gesture of protest. "I'm sorry." The friends had to strain to hear her low voice. "I am not a teller of tales. I have not the art." She spoke the Common tongue, her accent thick.
The child's eager face filled with disappointment.
The old man patted him on the back, then looked directly into the woman's eyes. "You may not be a teller of tales," he said pleasantly, "but you are a singer of songs, aren't you. Waterlord's Daughter. Sing the child your song, Elona. You know the one."
From out of nowhere, apparently, a lute appeared in the old man's hands. He gave it to the woman who stared at him in fear and astonishment.
"How ... do you know me, sir?" she asked.
"That is not important." The old man smiled gently. "Sing for us. Waterlord's Daughter."
The woman took the lute with hands that trembled visibly. Her eyes were held fast by the glittering black eyes of the old man. Slowly, as if in a trance, she began to strum the lute. As the melancholy chords drifted through the common room, conversations ceased. Soon, everyone was watching her, but she did not notice. Elona sang for the old man alone.
The Seas are endless,
And waves sings on,
And Elona the princess
Loves a poor man's son.
Her father the Waterlord
Makes long roads between them,
The seas are endless, and waves sings on.
The Sea-grass are waving,
The deep rim is gray,
The Waterlord sends the lover
East and away,
To search for strong magic
At the lip of the morning,
The sea grass are waving, the deep rim is gray.
O Lover, where have you gone?
O Lover, autumn comes on.
I sit by the beach
And look to the sunrise,
But the sun rises over the mountains alone.
The waves are fading,
The summer wind dies,
He comes back, the darkness
Of stones in his eyes.
He carries a blue staff
As bright as a glacier,
The seas are fading, the summer wind dies.
The sea grass are fragile,
The Waterlord makes mockery
Of Lover's claim.
He orders the people
To stone the young warrior,
The seas grass are fragile, as yellow as flame.
The grassland has faded,
And autumn is here.
The girl joins her lover,
The stones whistle near,
The staff flares in blue light
And both of them vanish,
The sea grass is faded, and autumn is here.
There was heavy silence in the room as her hand struck the final chord. Taking a deep breath, she handed the lute back to the old man and withdrew into the shadows once more.
"Thank you, my dear," the old man said, smiling.
"Now can I have a story?" the little boy asked wistfully.
"Of course," the old man answered and settled back in his chair. "Once upon a time, the great god, Paladine-"
"Paladine?" the child interrupted. "I've never heard of a god named Paladine."
A snorting sound came from the High Theocrat sitting at the nearby table. Alex looked at Hederick, whose face was flushed and scowling. The old man appeared not to notice.
"Paladine is one of the ancient gods, child. No one has worshiped him for a long time."
"Why did he leave?" the little boy asked.
"He did not leave us," the old man answered, and his smile grew sad. "Men left him after the dark days of the Cataclysm. They blamed the destruction of the world on the gods, instead of on themselves, as they should have done. Have you ever heard the 'Canticle of the Dragon'?"
"Oh, yes," the boy said eagerly. "I love stories about dragons, though papa says dragons never existed. I believe in them, though. I hope to see one someday!"
The old man's face seemed to age and grow sorrowful. He stroked the young boy's hair. "Be careful what you wish, my child," he said softly. Then he fell silent.
"The story-" the boy prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, once upon a time Paladine heard the prayer of a very greatknight, Huma-"
"Huma from the 'Canticle'?"
"Yes, that's the one. Huma became lost in the forest. He wandered and wandereduntil he despaired because he thought he would never see his homeland again. He prayed to Paladine for help, and there suddenly appeared before him a white stag."
"Did Huma shoot it?" the boy asked.
"He started to, but his heart failed him. He could not shoot an animal so magnificent. The stag bounded away. Then it stopped arid looked back at him, as if waiting. Huma began to follow it. Day and night, he followed the stag until it led him to his homeland. He offered thanks to the god, Paladine-"
Writing a Story
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Karia looked eagerly around the common room and waved to the folks she recognized. When she was ushered to the table she ordered a plate of spiced potatos and a mug of cool, crisp ale. "So! Here we all are, what did everyone get up to?"
Shan was talking to her friends, mostly listening to their histories but couldn't help herself to be captivated by the song of the woman. And listented with interest to the history of the old man. Of course she knew the history, she could narrate the Tale of Huma by heart but there was something off in all of that. She gently touched Alex's forearm to bring his attention to the old man.
The kender was captivated by the sad song of the beatiful woman. He was sitting next to her and alongside the kid that asked for a tale, so he listened to the old man, strangely quiet but he didn't want to interrupt the old man as he told his tale...
PbP Character: A few ;)
// OOC previous posts edited to fit scene //
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
Algrenon sits down across from his friends as realizes he dosent recognize the bartender this night figuring his folks might have taken the night off. He'd look for them tomorrow , eyeing up his friends and hearing karia speak he sighs.
"Not to much to say about me , ran into some bad luck early but otherwise spent my days on the coastal cities out on ships trying to gather information from people arriving from other continents." He avoids direct eye contact with everyone as he embelishes further on his made up story of how he spent the last five years.
(OOC ill roll a deception check now just in case any of Algrenons prying friends try to gleem truths or lies from his story. 15 )
Algrenon Deadbreeze - Dragonlance. "Rokem Sokem" - Eternal Warfare WarParty B.
Ogresh Thunderclan - Ultimate Adventure Tazla Swong - Cave of Ordeals
"My Master who aided me in Solamnia has died. he gifted me my new Maul and Armor. Where he had gotten the money I do not know. I camped many of the nights in the wilds on the edge of town as many of the folk feared me. Eventually, my pipes won me some lodging, and eventually, as luck would have it I found this" he pulls out an old battered leather-bound book with a Bison head on it. The head was outlined in platinum, its leather exotic, and its pages vellum with silver lettering. It was an old book as the pages had some aging on them, but he did not know how old.
" I have tried to read the book, but for right now all I can make out is one-word Jolith. I think this is a holy book" he says quietly and sliding it over to Shan, as he guessed she could read it. She was always more knowledgable then he was.
During the Song Zar twisted to look at the woman, enthralled at the sounds before the older man began to tell his story. It was one he heard or read. It was one of his favorites, he had bought the book before, and left it here at the inn, which ended up recycled to another reader here and there. Eventually, he bought it again and once more he left it. Honestly, the Minotaur probably had bought this tale a total of 6 times.
As the book passes hands, Cairn fills the momentary silence amongst friends
Well, as yeh all know, I love me a good fight. That much hasn't changed. But see I wanted to do it right, and get a bit of professional advice under me belt. I decided to join in with the military. So from there I got me wish, fighting the good fight. Mind you it ain't war time round 'ere, so there were a bit of sitting around. One time they sent us out to take care of some farming folk and chase off whatever's been at their cattle for some time. We had only found some larger wolf tracks. We followed them tracks and never did find nothin'. As we searched I ended up finding me a small ruined church no bigger than this room. The roof had been peeled back by years of disuse. The only thing left were this pedestal that looked like a great nasty war hammer with chains off each end. One had a scale bucket and the other was sundered clean offoff. On top of that was this beautiful longsword. Yeh can tell it was something of great power just by lookin at it. All the metals in this ruin was pocked and rusted. This blade, you can still see yerself in it.
pulls the shatterspike out once more to be inspected. (Cairn doesn't know the actual name.)
Months go by, and there was no work. They couldn't keep payin us and feedin us without no money comin in, no bounties paid. So I left and been just keeping my path free from any ill that may arise.
Karia washed down a mouthful of potatos with a swig of ale and bit her bottom lip for a moment. "I wasn't allowed to talk about it beforehand, but as you can see by the robes, I took my Test at the Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth. I guess, I guess I learned that I had to start taking things seriously, but something good did happen. Because I outwitted a Black Robe who was more powerful than I was, I got this..."
Karia reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a small silver figurine of a raven. "Her name is Naira and she can turn into a real bird."
What? Like alive, alive?! Like a metal bird?? Does it squeak when it moves? Ah that's amazing!
Cairn is not so deep in his cups, at least not as far as he would like. But Genuine amazement for the talent of his friend and the figurine. Takes a large gulp to finish his ale and politely asks for another round to all of his companions, at the regular price. (DM please lmk how much that is.)
And Al, you're gonna hafta tell us about that nasty great big facial scar yeah got. Were just gonna keep askin. Did it get yer eye? Cause it looks like a marble now mate. What's the real story??
Persuasion: 2
(wow that's bad. Lmao oh btw Cairn sounds like Hiccup's dad from how to train your dragon.)
Shan takes the book and looks at it with curiosity.
"I will definetly look into it and we will see what we can learn from it." she says " Jolith... " she repeats as she examines the book without open it. The word rings some bells in her head
Religion or History: 20
Same modifier for both.
Then the song started...
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Regus has not yet taken a seat, rather he is walking around the Last Home. Completely overcome by the feeling of peace this Inn has brought him, He does listen to the blue-skinned woman when she sings but overall pays no attention to the old man and his story. It was a nice tune, He may have heard it before He cant remember. Some faces stand out to him as the companions who had made the pact 5 years prior, others are new; faces he had never seen before. Tucking his arms into his sleeves and folding them behind him, Regus acknowledges the table his friends have sat at but continues to pace around the inn. He's not a fan of alcohol so its lure meant nothing to him, Instead Regus is keeping his eye out for a Blue crystal staff or anything that would look like one but is hidden under a piece of fabric.
If goblins would attack them for such a thing it must be important, He wanted to know why.
Perception: 4
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Having his attention drawn back to the Old One, Alex has a haze lost memory float through his head. "I feel like I should know something that is missing." The thought leaves his mind as quick as it came. Looking around the Last Home and feeling peaceful in his second home. "Do any of you ever remember this place being so full and having such a tense fell to it?"
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Fangor shakes his head. "Other than the occasional fight that Otik had to break up, no I don't remember this place being so tense. People seem to be on edge because of the Seekers."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"The whole town seems to be on the edge..." adds Shan.
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"There is, admittedly, something fishy about those guys."
(What do these fellows look like?)
Solomon looks around the inn. "If that ambush was any indication, I would say this place definitely isn't the same." Solomon then raises his hand in hopes to catch the attention of a waitress to get some water and food for the table.
Everyone is talking and exchanging news about what they have done for the last five years when suddenly...
"Blashphemy!" snarled a voice loudly. A chair crashed back.
Brenton puts down his mug of ale, looking up, he has had his eyes on the situation for a while and has seen trouble brewing. Everyone at the table stopped drinking to watch the drunken Theocrat.
"Blasphemy!" Hederick, weaving unsteadily on his feet, pointed at the old man. "Heretic! Corrupting our youth! I'll bring you before the counshel, old man." The Seeker fell back a step, then staggered forward again. He looked around the room with a pompous air. "Call the guardsh!" He made a grandiose gesture. "Have them arresht thish man and thish woman for telling sordid liesh. Obviously a liar and murder! I'll confishcate thish staff!"
The Seeker lurched across the floor to Geoff, who was staring at him in disgust. He reached clumsily for the staff.
"No," the Elona spoke coolly. "That is mine. You cannot take it."
"Fool!" the Seeker sneered. "I am the High Theocrat! I take what I want."
He started to make another grab for the staff. Alex rose to his feet. "She says you will not take it," the man said , trying to keep things from escalating. He pushed the Seeker backward.
The tall man's push was not rough, but it knocked the drunken Theocrat completely off balance. His arms flailing wildly, he tried to catch himself. He lurched forward, too far, tripped over his official robes, and fell head first into the roaring fire.
There was a whoosh and a flare of light, then a sickening smell of burning flesh. The Theocrat's scream tore through the stunned silence as the crazed man leaped to his feet and started whirling around in a frenzy. He had become a living torch!
Solomon and the others sat, unable to move, paralyzed with the shock of the incident. Only the kender, hiding among the crowd had wits enough to run forward, anxious to try and help the man. But the Theocrat was screaming and waving his arms, fanning the flames that were consuming his clothes and his body. There seemed no way that the little kender could help him.
"Here!" The old man grabbed Elona's wrapped staff and handed it to the kender. "Knock him down. Then we can smother the fire."
Kinlin took the staff. He swung it, using all his strength, and hit the Theocrat squarely in the chest. The man fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd. Taylon himself stood, opened-mouthed, the staff clutched in his hand, staring down at the amazing sight at his feet. The flames had died instantly. The man's robes were whole, undamaged. His skin was pink and healthy. He sat up, a look of fear and awe on his face. He stared down at his hands and his robes. There was not a mark on his skin. There was not the smallest cinder smoking on his robes.
"It healed him!" the old man proclaimed loudly. "The staff Look at the staff!"
The kender's eyes went to the staff in his hands. It was made of blue crystal and was glowing with a bright blue light!
The old man began shouting. "Call the guards! Arrest the kender! Arrest the liars! Arrest their friends! I saw them come in with this big bullman." He pointed at Zar.
"What?" Regus leaped up. "Are you crazy, old man?"
"Call the guards!" The word spread. "Did you see-? The blue crystal staff? We've found it. Now they'll leave us alone. Call the guards!"
The Theocrat staggered to his feet, his face pale, blotched with red. Brenton and his companions stood up, fear and alarm in their faces.
"Foul liar!" Hederick's voice shook with rage. "You have cured me with evil! Even as I burn to purify my flesh, you will burn to purify your soul!" With that, the Seeker reached out, and before anyone could stop him, he plunged his hand back into the flames! He gagged with the pain but did not cry out. Then, clutching his charred and blackened hand, he turned and staggered off through the murmuring crowd, a wild look of satisfaction on his pain-twisted face.
"You've got to get out of here!" Tika came running over to Alex, her breath coming in gasps. "The whole town's been hunting for that staff! Those hooded men told the Theocrat they'd destroy Solace if they caught someone harboring the staff. The townspeople will turn you over to the guards!"
"But it's not our fault!" Shan protested. She glared at the old man and saw him settle back into his chair, a pleased smile on his face. The old man grinned at Regus and winked.
"Do you think they'll believe you!" Tika wrung her hands. "Look!"
Shan looked around. People were glaring at them balefully. Some took a firm grip on their mugs. Others eased their hands onto the hilts of their swords. Shouts from down below drew his eyes back to his friends.
"The guards are coming!" exclaimed Tika.
Karia rose. She knew the inn better than most. "We'll have to go out through the kitchen."
"Yes!" Tikka nodded. "They won't look back there yet. But hurry. It won't take them long to surround the place."
"Come on!" Tika urged, tugging on Solomon's arm. Zar and Regus were already at the kitchen door.
"Get the kender," Shan told her.
Taylon stood, rooted to the floor, staring at the staff. It was rapidly fading back to its nondescript brown color. Tika grabbed Tay by his topknot and pulled him toward the kitchen. The kender shrieked, dropping the staff. Elona swiftly picked it up, clutching it close to herself. Although frightened, her eyes were clear and steady as she looked at Brenton and Shan ; she was apparently thinking rapidly.
"I will go," Elona said to herself.
"This way!" Shan herded them out through the swinging kitchen doors following Tika and Tay. She glanced behind her and saw some of the crowd move forward, but in no great hurry.
The cook stared at them as they ran through the kitchen. Alex and Zar were already at the exit, which was nothing more than a hole cut in the floor. A rope hung from a sturdy limb above the hole and dropped forty feet to the ground.
"Ah!" exclaimed Kin, laughing. "Here the ale comes up and the garbage goes down."
Tika turned to Alex, " Take them to my house. You remember where it is." she adds blushing a little.
OOC: Roll or tell me how you are otherwise getting down. DC is 10. Sorry for the long post but it had to be done. Now we start the quest.
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"I'll go first just encase I need to catch someone" Zar says as he grips the rope and begins his decent down.
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Regus simply jumps and falls 30 feet before clicking his heels together and landing on the ground, Deactivating his boots as soon as his feet hits the dirt. (Taking 1 minute off the flight time remaining)
"Blasted, confounded, worthless..." Regus is mumbling under his breath as he is trying to think of a way out of this.
He will draw his wand from its hiding place and be at the ready in case anyone comes towards him or Zar while everyone else is descending.
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