Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Ha! The League of Vaz has a nice ring to it, but no we haven't settled on a name as yet. Varinth is not sure if he should mention the rest of the party yet. Okay, so Redboys didn't attack you but you're still not a fan. How did not speaking to this "target" get you roughed up? If you don't mind me asking?
At the Temple
Sister Garaele winces at the memory. Because it requires traipsing through hills, plains and forests into the middle of nowhere. I don't know if you've heard, she leans in and whispers conspiratorially, but the roads around here are not very safe. She leans back. Bandits and goblins and undead too, if you believe the rumours. It's my own fault - it was foolish to go alone. Which is why I'm moving to Plan B, which is to ask you. It's a simple job, come on, you'll be there and back in a day. Well, four days. Ish.
Well before I can agree I would have to know what we are actually doing. Who is this "target" and what do we do once we find them? asks Varinth
"Redbrand Schmedbrand. Village spect Mine Lady. Redbrand no mess Mine Lady. Strix think, Mine Lady danjus. Danjus lady ways have work, danjus lady ways have smarts, info. Need find wave cave - Think mebbe Mine Lady know where. Need find gobbie castle. Think mebbe Mine Lady know where. Strix need Mine Lady danjus-lady-smarts. What danjus lady want?"
He leans back against the wall, a little exasperated.
"N' if Redbrand stand on Wave Cave road, or Gobbie Castle road, you want Strix go round Redbrand or go through?"
This reminds me of an episode of the (UK) apprentice. We really should have talked in character about what we were coming to talk to her about :D
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
At the Miners' Exchange
Halia frowns, regarding you in turn, and letting the room grow quiet.
The Redbrands are... misguided in their approach. Too heavy handed. They do need to be dealt with, yes. However, I am not interested in continuing this... deliberation... at the moment. She walks across the floor to the door you entered though, and turns back to face you. I suggest that you agree amongst yourselves what you want from me and what you have to offer. I am interested - potentially - in making a business deal, that is true. And you are most welcome to return if you are similarly interested. With your entire group, if you please - I do like to get the full measure of the men I work with. She smiles, opens the door, and invites you to leave.
At the Temple:
Sister Garaele considers for a moment. I have some friends... who have a question... and they would like an answer. There's someone in the Neverwinter Wood who can - they reckon - answer the question. So they asked me to go and ask the question. Except I can't exactly do that if she won't even show her cursed face.
So, here's the deal. You take a... certain item, a gift, you go to this place in the Neverwinter Wood, you talk nicely to the lady and you ask the question I give you. Then you come back and tell me the answer, and I give you the payment.
She looks at you, and shrugs. It's not really as mysterious or dangerous as I made it sound. I mean, she... Agatha... she's a banshee of course, so pretty dangerous, but she doesn't really bother with people much. If she doesn't like you, she won't attack, she'll just ignore you like she did me. She mostly just doesn't want people disturbing her.
And the reward is three of these; she pulls a small vial out of her pocket, and you see a red liquid inside. It looks a lot like the Potion of Healing you've seen before. So, what do you think? Up for a nice stroll in the woods? She smiles brightly at you all. It's not urgent, so if you want to take some time to think it over, that's all right.
OCC: I think she wants the D lol
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"Hmm," Incantis croaks. "Looks like a fine opportunity if we've some spare time. I thank you for your time Sistar Garaele. I wonder, can you tell us anything about the Redbrands? We're new in town and would hate to run into trouble."
Persuasion: 21
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Hmph!"
Strix gestures to his colleagues and himself, "Talk straight. Offer all." then gestures towards Halia "Talk in knots. Not business. Offer nothing. Thornton have nothing. Time waste. If ready stop waste, Thornton come find. 3 Days, tick tock." Strix holds up three fingers and then walks out the door with rather exaggerated long steps.
He continues these long strides all the way to the shop they passed earlier with the Lions Shield on it, and ducks inside.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Scupper shakes his head and starts for the door, "You're not wrong lass. We'll talk amongst ourselves and get back witcha. Ta."
Outside Scupper will be more direct in his disappointment, "Ye feckin' eejits! Do ye tink she's a beacon o' the light known fer her good deeds...or ready to share a lost mines location with feckin' strangers? She's not well liked in town and they told you she could care less about their plight. She needs value and tanks to this routine, we still don't know what she knows or wants in return fer sharin' what she knows."
Scupper stomps off for a bit and then stops and takes a deep breath, "I know this kind of adventuring and do goodin' is new to me but dealin' with the likes o' her is daily business for pirating. Like any fence or smuggler, she's morally adrift and motivated by what keeps her coin purse heavy and little else. I'm sorry we din' gather our thoughts before talking to her. We shouldn't make the same mistake twice."
At the Temple:
Sister Garaele stands up and walks across the little temple to where you entered, and takes a look around the square outside.
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She comes back, stands in front of Incantis, and puts her hand on her hips. You need to promise me that you won't go looking for trouble, just the three of you. I won't have your deaths on my conscience.
Incantis, she looks you over, and thinks for a moment. I'm trying to place you, friend. You're not from Neverwinter, I think. Triboar? Further east? Oh, sorry, I don't mean to be rude. Look, the Redbrands are a gang of thugs who came into town two months ago. They were a nuisance at first, then they started up a protection racket, then lately they've killed someone and 'arrested' their family, as though they were the law around here. And of course, Harbin Wester, coward that he is, doesn't see fit to do a thing about it. I mean, not that there's much he could do, but there are people he could call in for help, if he had a lick of sense or decency. But oh no, why would he listen to the silly elf girl at the shrine, and her strange notions of not having a criminal gang running around the town.
Dekhan is somewhat abashed. I’ve never been accused of overthinking, it’s true. My experience in the outside world is somewhat limited. As in pretty much limited to the time I’ve spent with you lot. But I’m learning! Did you see how I asked about a reward? I’ll work harder to pick up on your cues and do my best to remember that some do their best to shade the ligh within. Dekhan grows somber for a moment. It just seems so alien to me, why someone would chose to... he shakes his head, then looks up with a fresh smile on his face, maybe even with a hint of mischief. There’s no need to despair, though! With you lot to guide me, I’ll be handling eejits like her in no time.
I'm sorry, Dekhan. No offense meant. I'm used to a different life as our newfound one meself. I know there's a moral imperative here and I'm trying t' see it. Jest dealing with the likes o' her we're likely to see it reflected back.
At Lionshield Coster:
Strix, you enter a small trading house; you passed under a sign shaped like a shield, with a lion painted on it. The interior is small, but clean and tidy; there isn't a huge amount of choice, but various weapons and pieces of armour are on display, with some newer items in display cases and a barrel or two holding old or damaged gear, most likely at a discount. A human woman in her mid thirties sits on a chair near the window, her legs crossed, reading a book. She lowers it as you come in. Yes?
It's too late to apologize, Scupper, I've already forgiven you. Dekhan smiles and clasps Scupper's shoulder. In seriousness, though, I appreciate your guidance in these matters, the dark paths that you have walked make you a mighty force for the light, I can sense it.
Dario, leaning against the stone wall of the temple, listens to Sister Garaele as she explains to Incantis who the Redbrands are and the damage they have caused to the town. While listening he tries to remember any stories from his father's stories about a banshee who lived in Neverwinter Forest (History: 10).
Dario, banshees are common in the tales of the elves; they are the spirits of female elves gifted with beauty in life, yet did not use their beauty to bring joy to others or to the world. Cursed in death, they are hideous, and trapped forever in undeath in a particular location they cannot leave. You have never seen one, nor do you remember any stories about a specific one in the Neverwinter Woods.
"I am from far away sister, from a church most unlike this one. It was quiet and dark; I liked it there. And two months you say? We should relay this information to the rest of the party and perhaps call upon this "Hester" if need be."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
At the Temple:
Rest... of... Do you mean there are more of you? Sister Garaele takes a step back, suddenly wary.
OCC: Oh God....
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