Dordis allows the Vagrant to complete his speech, albeit ina slight expression of disbelief from a lack of trust. He winces as the gun sound crackles, taking a moment to compose himself. Once he is at ease, he replies, "Perhaps that can explain why when I enquired to a 'crow' for a visit in any private libraries Corvidae had to offer, they had asked me not to leave the premises," he pauses, a wave of resent passing visibley on his face. He continues,"That aside, where is Soltris now? And what had he told you to let someone as—unique, as you are, to have been able to escape?" he allows the Vagrant to digest his words, leading to ending his reply with,"Also, she-?" it takes Dordis a good moment to process who "she" is via the look of his expression, eventually piecing together that it would be Leshanna, that the Vagrant had nicknamed as "the reaper". His body shows little movement, neither any tendency of being impatient; a clear show of his discipline, albeit not as stiff as that of a typical noble whom has dedicated some of their time to speaking with skittish folk.
Seeing all of this going down, Noldeme freezes for a moment. There were too many things going on and it was hard to make heads or tails of what decision she should take. That's when she feels something. She looks down for a second and concentrates, and her Radiant Soul starts shining its light. A pair of big, incorporeal wings appear behind her back, and they flap, flying her up into the sky until she is in the same height as the pegasus and the angelic individual.
With renewed confidence, she tells the angel. "Enough! Killing them won't give you anything good. I care for them, so you'll either let them live and take me back to what you claim is my path, or I, too, will fight against you." Noldeme pulls out her longbow from her back and an arrow, just preparing to attack if the angel doesn't hear her.
"Well, that makes up my mind," Liadon thinks as he speaks to the dwarven officer. Though truthful, Liadon adds a bit of flare to his statements for effect, {Liadon Performance: 23} "I am truly shocked that this has happened! I will certainly assist you in any way necessary, officer, but I am unsure of how I could help. We had an early breakfast this morning before I left for the market district looking for a new mason. I found Iam, who has just left, and we were distracted by... well..."
The vision! Had he misinterpreted it entirely? He concentrates, then lowers his voice, "I had a bit of a fainting spell when Iam and I were conversing. A caretaker assisted us while we were walking through the Cathedral District. From there, we took a carriage home and Iam went to the front door while I went to the back to check on the construction. That's when you saw me come into the veranda."
He returns to a normal speaking voice and tries to sound formal and convincing, attempting to pry some information from the agent, {Liadon Persuasion: 13} "Anything you need from me, or us, to assist in your investigation. What details are known so far? About what time was she last seen, and where? Are there any realisticsuspects?"
Sarah is aglow hearing your story. “You really are the real deal, that’s incredible. I’ve always grown up hearing stories, all the sailors around here are fishers and navigators. Just the idea of adventure, having a crew, and especially the treasure really always struck me. Also, I do some work around here that is pretty similar, swashbuckling and all that, logically just seems like the next step. The investigative thing is a side thing, mostly, Mungam wouldn’t be half as successful without me, but the sea is my calling.” You eventually make it to the place. “Crock’s Pot.” Krill is hear, along with the rest of his crew, it’s a spa of sorts, run by an Aspect named Cancer Crock, although it is also a front. “We going through the front door, or sneaking around the back?”
Honour looked at Sarah with a smile on her lips.. "Well then, me thinks you and I will get along just fine mate." she gripped Sarah's shoulder with a pale hand, probably reaching up as she is petite for a tiefling.. "And it looks like we're here." she took a long moment to deliberate. Knowing the place was a front, she pondered on how to approach the place, to get what she needed (which was to talk to Krillboss directly) and not have them think we're in the authorities.. (Possible skill check?)
Ulrich moves over to a nearby seat, close enough to speak but out of her eyesight so as not to be a distraction.
His eyes travel over the deathclaw as he holds it in his lap. Need a way to disguise it, at least while staying in town. An illusion? Manifest some manner of covering that can be cast aside easily or just let it be used even still disguised?
He glances over to her to see if she is still concentrating. He will sit back, eyes closed, and wait til she is done.
Hello, I am doing well, I have gotten started on the next post after being bogged down by work for a bit. I think after this next post, I will try to post more frequently BUT it small chunks, so doing a post for a person each day, maybe around two to four total each at most. Better to manage work that way instead of one big flood. Sorry to leave any of you hanging! I'm usually better at staying in touch, but getting distracted on my work for even a bit can really ruin my workflow, and my sleep schedule. Thanks for holding out, I'm looking forward to summer finally rolling around.
((You shouldn't have to stress yourself to keep up with the campaign, I'm sure we are all patient enough to continue the story, what with most of us faithfully staying true. I for one would honestly love to stay in this campaign until the day I no longer can use my hands, and even then I would try desperately to continue playing. Your DMing is honestly great, and you handle a lot of what you do really well too. Anyway, I wish for you to be able to swiftly finish your work, and continue our abridged adventures soon!))
Ulrich: She is continues reading, you realize, what you thought were strictly official documents, but among the stack are letters on much simpler pieces of stationary, one of which she is reading now.
It's a few minutes sitting back, it's almost hard to stay awake, it is so incredible cozy in here, you don't even notice the air. You are almost startled when she calls "Thank you for your patience, once again. Knowing your past record, I'm sure you are very eager to continue active servicing. Feel free to stop me any time you have questions. "
"I'm sure your aware that taking direct orders from a sector leader isn't normal procedure, but I've discussed this with the others, and they have granted me permission to do so. So long as you stay within your mission purview, you will be granted certain 4th level privleges, although in my opnion you've certainly earned them."
"Now, onto the important things...I have three different missions I could give you, but I only one could be chosen." She puts her hand on a stack of folders by her side. "I was going to decide myself, but I think it would be most flexible for you to choose, although, I can only give you a brief description of each before I can fully classify it. Here are your options: 1. To do a bit of...let's call it investigating on local affairs here in the north, mostly in this district. 2. Investigate demon sightings in the Corvidae-Resolve area, probably will involve a lots of hands on work, if you know what I'm getting at. and 3. traveling to the south to do a bit of research, as well as delving into reports of strange activity with local businesses.”
Greenport:
Honour: Well, it’s pretty obvious you don’t look like authorities. The notion of having to sneak around is probably necessary, but Sarah seems oddly eager to do just that. Going around the front, you’ll need to convince Cancer to let you in, which might require convincing, and hopefully not involving any kind of secret phrase. “Gotta say, for a high quality spa place, this place seems oddly scummy.” Sarah says, looking at the logo: a lobster enjoying a hard beverage in a hot tub. “Scummy enough for pirates, that’s to be sure, sure the upfront approach is going to work?”
Castle District- Estate:
Liadon: You can still hear sobbing from the other room, which seems to enhance as you speak your concern. The Caretaker says, “That’s a good start, the story checks out.”
I can only tell you so much, I was hoping you would be able to tell me some of that information. You should know that the Caretakers have been searching quietly as to not cause disturbance. Surely, you would know something about your partners habits? Anything, where she likes to shop, friends she meets with, places goes too? As well, did any strange letters arrive in the mail today that were overlooked, some kind of demand for ransom? You are the most realistic suspect as of yet, if there’s no ransom, it could have been magical phenomena, but I can’t be sure unless we know her last possible location. Try to put yourself in her shoes and retrace her steps.”
THE Crow Bar <-> Dream of a Study (Mind)
Dordis: Eventually, the firing subsides, and in the corner of your eye, the door slowly begins to vanish. “Oh, I’m sure you would like to know…where else would they keep birds from flying away, if not in a cage most fowl? I could help, but getting what you want means that I get what I want, and in any other circumstance, I would merely take what’s mine and be done with it. If you don’t give it up, however, I will take it from you slowly and painfully, and I imagine you’ll probably end up deep in the cage before too long anyway.”
Blackport – Shady Lamppost:
Tsahil: The man eyes you cautiously, gauging your truthfulness. “Unfortunate.” He sighs, leaning back. “However…I should warn you, when you meet her, and I do say when, she will know more about you then yourself, if she wants something from you, she will get it, and she is not only a skilled fighter, but when luck is on her side she cannot lose.” He voice got slowly more grim as he spoke, but it bounces back. “Whose to say, though, I doubt she will cause you as much trouble to you as she has to me. I got that weight on me, and you got this one.” He finishes piling your winnings into a bag and handing it over. “Adios, good luck out there.” Getting up and beginning to walk away, he turns around, and pats you on the shoulder. He leans down and whispers “and remember that they are never far, andalways watching, old crow.” and walks away from you like less than a stranger.
Macgullickson’s Farm: You begin to speak, but you do not here yourself say it. You are assailed by the strangest of sights, you see yourself, your body, walking in your line of sight, before collapsing. The interior of the home becomes like smoke, you can barely see what is happening as the people inside tend to you. From the smoke, you see a figure emerge, they are wearing a bold red cloak with black spots, and a black mask that covers their eyes and makes them appear as white spots. “Well.” It goes, with a deep voice. “Given the situation, I imagine you are just ignorant and not trespassing. I’ve seen quite a few new aspects in my time, but this is certainly interesting. I am Tesp, minor aspect of vegetable farms and gardens, what is it you come here for?”
Spearhead Tent:
“I try, I try.” Says the driver as you hop off, driving back into the city and vanishing in the shadow of the night.
The tent does appear to be open for entry, but there is very little light inside. The most illumination comes from a bright pale light from some object sitting on a desk near the entrance. There is someone in front of it, the light shining right in their face, and occasionally reflecting off glasses they are wearing, giving them a menacing façade. They don’t seem to see you at all, being completely engrossed on whatever is in front of them, and probably unable to see in the dark. Just barely in the light you can see some displays with different objects, some look like weapons and armor, one has an abundance of those cards you were shown, and the rest have objects that are unrecognizable or defy description.
Road to Riverport:
The hood slowly begins to fade from them. They puts a foot back, looking like they are ready to run. A woman is revealed, with long green hair like spikes, it looks like leaves of aloe. “The world, perhaps not, but to the level, but it would make me a Major Aspect, perhaps even a Domain if I put it to good use. I have no intention of striking you down for it, but you must slay me if you wish to proceed. If you don’t hand it over to me, someone stronger, perhaps quite vile may take it for themselves.”
Twill looks around, trying to process something that she missed.
ChloroHills: The angel and the peagasus are swathed in flame, moving their wings in unison in an attempt to dodge. 12
They are singed badly, they bright white light be overtaken, and the wingtips of the pegasus singed black.The imperious stranger seems to have trouble listening to you as they dish outpayback for the healthy dose of dragon fire they just to the face, bucking themselves off the pegasus into Xamodas. The light of the bow forms into a hefty axe as she swings downward. Attack: 11 Damage: 22 The attack, well hefty with radiant fire and divine rage but without skill, glances off the brute strength of dragon scales.
Twill looks around trying to process something she's missed 23 in some kind of edgar wright moment, she suddenly puts the pieces together. "Wait, if your, and that thing was...and there was...oh, oh!
That's a philosophers stone! No way we're giving that up!"
"Well", thinks Tsahil, "If I didn't have enough reasons to get out of this hole before, now I definitely have." He finishes his drink, trying to get the creeps out of his system. The whole thing sure got him curious, but everytime his mind wanders into his spy times, he feels frustrated, angry, and even sad. He knows memories may chase you and find you when you last expect it... But he guesses even that is better then go after them himself.
After drinking and taking a deep breath, he walks back to the wagon station, making his best effort to put his mind in the future. "So, that earthquake thing... what kind of unnatural stuff could cause something like that?"
Zacharias is silent as he attempts to make sense of what is happening. When he finally finds his "tongue", he responds, "Tesp, I am Zacharias. I am ... well, I'm not sure what I am. I died and met the Aspect of Perseverance, and he helped me return." He looks questioningly at the figure. "Does that make me ... a 'minor aspect'?"
"I didn't mean to trespass. I'm on my way to the riverport and ran out of daylight, so I stopped at this farm to impose on their hospitality. Did I miss something? A sign or ... ?" He stops as he remembers. "Was that the strange feeling I felt before? Was that you ... marking your boundary?"
Voldred relaxes his stance, standing straight and folding his arms over his stomach. Twill's exclamation about the Philosopher's Stone intrigued him greatly, but Voldred has no intention of using it himself.
"So you're willing to talk. That's good. That, at least, tells me you're smart. But that's not enough. I don't feel like fighting you either, but I do need to move along from this creepy place. If you intend to stand in my way, I will have to go through you, but it doesn't need to end in violence. I have no idea who you are, or what you will do with that power once you have it, so you can't reasonably expect me to trust you with it, can you? Why don't you come with us for a while, so I can get to know you? If you convince me giving you that power will benefit me, you shall have it, and you can help protect it from someone vile."
Iam would smile, if his face allowed for such a expression, taking in an individual completely engrossed in the moment. That and the opportunity for some fun. Iam attempts to take a single step forward slowly quietly, then remains statue still for twice as long as the step took. In between steps Iam takes in the devices and displays to take up his time and make sure he doesn't move too quickly.
Each step is directly towards the lit desk and individual seeing how close he can get before he is noticed.
Xamodas lets loose a cold bark of laughter as the radiant axe deals a glancing blow. He beats his leathery wings to adjust his flight. There was strength behind it.
"A decent rebuttal," he taunts. "But lacking in tact, I think."
With the angel now in his face, he spews forward another gout of Dragonfire. The pegasus was now inconsequential to him - he would not avoid it with the cone but he would not try to catch it either. Not could he spare the attention to ask for help from the others.
33 fire damage this time, DC 13 to half.
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Dordis shifts in place while sitting on the chair, unsettled by the firing until it subsides, recollecting his thoughts and posture to its former form. He seems disheartened at firs tthat the vagrant refuses to aid him, but quickly remembers his place and snaps his emotions to a defensive tone, speaking in reply, "If that is truly how you must go about your daily life, then I refuse to let what I wish for most to be let given to a foul person such as yourself," he snaps back, his tone wary and cautious of the vagrant's identity and position. He glances to the triplicate seal on the cook book, cooling his composure and tone via simply inhaling and exhaling for a few moments. He stands while his off-hand returns the cookbook through his backpack, opening a minor arcane sigil that opens into the inside of the backpack itself. His posture tense, and his bright-green eyes following the vagrant's movements. He paces forth toward the now opened doorway, facing the vagrant one last time as he pauses, "One more question before I wish to leave of this room: are you the Warlock Zacharias the paladin, had spoke of earlier?" he seems not intent on gaining the true answer, but simply gauges them to reply once more with his outgoing tone. After a response is given, he leaves the room through the door, his star pendant glowing in several celestial colours in streaks or hues, wisps that cling from either around his person or are directly attached to the star pendant.
"I cannot fail my wish to find Soltris, and under no circumstances will I give up on him," he mutters ever-so audibly under his breath, just before he returns to his unconscious body. A burning sense of determination courses through his emotions, but he steels them as he knows inaction and overconfidence is a slow, yet insidious killer.
Ulrich thinks for a moment, his eyes on the folders as if they would tell him which to chose. "I would take the mission to the south, though I could not say why. May I ask which you would have given me? Or which is the most pressing?"
His eyes flick up to look at her. "May I also ask why you weren't able to give a more complete synopsis of the cases? How far reaching are they?"
So much for posting more frequently, I'll probably get the next post in sometime next week. Finals still busting me up, but there is light on the horizon.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Nae shouts to the angel “Hey Sparkles, lay off him!” Nae’s eyes flash a sharp purple as she snaps her fingers and she casts hex and will apply disadvantage to Dexterity checks Nae’s hands then glow the familiar sickly green color and she fires off an Eldritch blast at the angel Attack: 7 Damage: 7 necrotic hex damage: 3
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Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Seeing the angel attack and give no response to her words, Noldeme snaps and decides not to use her bow to go along with the threat she had made before. First, though, Noldeme puts the Hexblade's Curse on the angel, before aiming and taking the shot.
(Slowly working myself into getting back into this. Finals took a lot out of me mentally (though I did pass everything, yay!) I'm going to post a few responses tonight, work on some shelved projects, and then see if I can't get back into the swing of things.)
Tsahil: You reapproach the Ticketmaster, it's the same one from earlier. "Ah, you again? Give me a moment." You hear the fellow say. Seems he was playing some sort of card game with himself to pass the time, probably just solitare, but the cards didn't look ordinary. He takes a brief moment to quickly put everything away. "Yes, I suppose I did pass mention of that earthquake..." He gives a few broad twirls of his broader mustache, thinking it over. "Ah, well you know the stories about things falling down from The Tower, yes? Small things, big things-" he gestures with his hands to give a sense of scale, he then brings them quite far apart when saying. "-perhaps even, very, very big things, no? I'm no seismologist, but everybody knows 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'."
"But, to be honest, it's anybodies guess. Could've been just an earthquake, maybe some strange remnant from The Desperation, maybe just a secret experiment gone wrong by those blokes up north. You know, rumor has it Glanyrafon's a crater from a massive explosion, maybe they were doing a bit of urban planning, so to speak? Har!"
(ho boy I just realized writing that how much lore I need to share openly, I'll get on with that soon, check back, maybe I'll just hyperlink every namedrop in here)
Zacharias: Tesp nods, and holds up two fingers. "Two mistakes were made, one was indeed trespassing on way be considered my "domain", especially during the nightly hours. A common mistake. Second, and I believe the more severe mistake, was imposing on their hospitality." He pulls from wisps of shadow a small humanoid form, dangling from wispy strings on his fingers, a puppet. "You seem to be in quite the perdicament: You abide by the rules of the aspect, but still have a body to take care of, and I assume, that you still wish to take care of. If you don't follow the rules, then well..." he takes his two fingers, and cuts the puppet limp. "...much better than the fate of other aspects, I imagine some would be completely barred from territory, or worse, perish entirely from the strain."
"There' nothing to be worried about now, your body will be in safe hands for you to reclaim in the morning. Besides, there are noble pursuits to be undertaken during nightly hours, and we are restless spirits. The Zeitgeist could always use more defenders in times like these...are you aware of ongoings of The Plague of Knightmares?"
THE Crowbar (Body) <-> Dream of a Study (Mind)
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis allows the Vagrant to complete his speech, albeit ina slight expression of disbelief from a lack of trust. He winces as the gun sound crackles, taking a moment to compose himself. Once he is at ease, he replies, "Perhaps that can explain why when I enquired to a 'crow' for a visit in any private libraries Corvidae had to offer, they had asked me not to leave the premises," he pauses, a wave of resent passing visibley on his face. He continues, "That aside, where is Soltris now? And what had he told you to let someone as—unique, as you are, to have been able to escape?" he allows the Vagrant to digest his words, leading to ending his reply with, "Also, she-?" it takes Dordis a good moment to process who "she" is via the look of his expression, eventually piecing together that it would be Leshanna, that the Vagrant had nicknamed as "the reaper". His body shows little movement, neither any tendency of being impatient; a clear show of his discipline, albeit not as stiff as that of a typical noble whom has dedicated some of their time to speaking with skittish folk.
Noldeme, Nae, and Xamodas | Chloro Hill
Seeing all of this going down, Noldeme freezes for a moment. There were too many things going on and it was hard to make heads or tails of what decision she should take. That's when she feels something. She looks down for a second and concentrates, and her Radiant Soul starts shining its light. A pair of big, incorporeal wings appear behind her back, and they flap, flying her up into the sky until she is in the same height as the pegasus and the angelic individual.
With renewed confidence, she tells the angel. "Enough! Killing them won't give you anything good. I care for them, so you'll either let them live and take me back to what you claim is my path, or I, too, will fight against you." Noldeme pulls out her longbow from her back and an arrow, just preparing to attack if the angel doesn't hear her.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Corvidae - Villa
"Well, that makes up my mind," Liadon thinks as he speaks to the dwarven officer. Though truthful, Liadon adds a bit of flare to his statements for effect, {Liadon Performance: 23} "I am truly shocked that this has happened! I will certainly assist you in any way necessary, officer, but I am unsure of how I could help. We had an early breakfast this morning before I left for the market district looking for a new mason. I found Iam, who has just left, and we were distracted by... well..."
The vision! Had he misinterpreted it entirely? He concentrates, then lowers his voice, "I had a bit of a fainting spell when Iam and I were conversing. A caretaker assisted us while we were walking through the Cathedral District. From there, we took a carriage home and Iam went to the front door while I went to the back to check on the construction. That's when you saw me come into the veranda."
He returns to a normal speaking voice and tries to sound formal and convincing, attempting to pry some information from the agent, {Liadon Persuasion: 13} "Anything you need from me, or us, to assist in your investigation. What details are known so far? About what time was she last seen, and where? Are there any realistic suspects?"
Greenport:
Sarah is aglow hearing your story. “You really are the real deal, that’s incredible. I’ve always grown up hearing stories, all the sailors around here are fishers and navigators. Just the idea of adventure, having a crew, and especially the treasure really always struck me. Also, I do some work around here that is pretty similar, swashbuckling and all that, logically just seems like the next step. The investigative thing is a side thing, mostly, Mungam wouldn’t be half as successful without me, but the sea is my calling.” You eventually make it to the place. “Crock’s Pot.” Krill is hear, along with the rest of his crew, it’s a spa of sorts, run by an Aspect named Cancer Crock, although it is also a front. “We going through the front door, or sneaking around the back?”
Honour looked at Sarah with a smile on her lips.. "Well then, me thinks you and I will get along just fine mate." she gripped Sarah's shoulder with a pale hand, probably reaching up as she is petite for a tiefling.. "And it looks like we're here." she took a long moment to deliberate. Knowing the place was a front, she pondered on how to approach the place, to get what she needed (which was to talk to Krillboss directly) and not have them think we're in the authorities.. (Possible skill check?)
Grand Abode:
Ulrich moves over to a nearby seat, close enough to speak but out of her eyesight so as not to be a distraction.
His eyes travel over the deathclaw as he holds it in his lap. Need a way to disguise it, at least while staying in town. An illusion? Manifest some manner of covering that can be cast aside easily or just let it be used even still disguised?
He glances over to her to see if she is still concentrating. He will sit back, eyes closed, and wait til she is done.
Hello, I am doing well, I have gotten started on the next post after being bogged down by work for a bit. I think after this next post, I will try to post more frequently BUT it small chunks, so doing a post for a person each day, maybe around two to four total each at most. Better to manage work that way instead of one big flood. Sorry to leave any of you hanging! I'm usually better at staying in touch, but getting distracted on my work for even a bit can really ruin my workflow, and my sleep schedule. Thanks for holding out, I'm looking forward to summer finally rolling around.
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((You shouldn't have to stress yourself to keep up with the campaign, I'm sure we are all patient enough to continue the story, what with most of us faithfully staying true. I for one would honestly love to stay in this campaign until the day I no longer can use my hands, and even then I would try desperately to continue playing. Your DMing is honestly great, and you handle a lot of what you do really well too. Anyway, I wish for you to be able to swiftly finish your work, and continue our abridged adventures soon!))
Grand Abode:
Ulrich: She is continues reading, you realize, what you thought were strictly official documents, but among the stack are letters on much simpler pieces of stationary, one of which she is reading now.
It's a few minutes sitting back, it's almost hard to stay awake, it is so incredible cozy in here, you don't even notice the air. You are almost startled when she calls "Thank you for your patience, once again. Knowing your past record, I'm sure you are very eager to continue active servicing. Feel free to stop me any time you have questions. "
"I'm sure your aware that taking direct orders from a sector leader isn't normal procedure, but I've discussed this with the others, and they have granted me permission to do so. So long as you stay within your mission purview, you will be granted certain 4th level privleges, although in my opnion you've certainly earned them."
"Now, onto the important things...I have three different missions I could give you, but I only one could be chosen." She puts her hand on a stack of folders by her side. "I was going to decide myself, but I think it would be most flexible for you to choose, although, I can only give you a brief description of each before I can fully classify it. Here are your options: 1. To do a bit of...let's call it investigating on local affairs here in the north, mostly in this district. 2. Investigate demon sightings in the Corvidae-Resolve area, probably will involve a lots of hands on work, if you know what I'm getting at. and 3. traveling to the south to do a bit of research, as well as delving into reports of strange activity with local businesses.”
Greenport:
Honour: Well, it’s pretty obvious you don’t look like authorities. The notion of having to sneak around is probably necessary, but Sarah seems oddly eager to do just that. Going around the front, you’ll need to convince Cancer to let you in, which might require convincing, and hopefully not involving any kind of secret phrase. “Gotta say, for a high quality spa place, this place seems oddly scummy.” Sarah says, looking at the logo: a lobster enjoying a hard beverage in a hot tub. “Scummy enough for pirates, that’s to be sure, sure the upfront approach is going to work?”
Castle District- Estate:
Liadon: You can still hear sobbing from the other room, which seems to enhance as you speak your concern. The Caretaker says, “That’s a good start, the story checks out.”
I can only tell you so much, I was hoping you would be able to tell me some of that information. You should know that the Caretakers have been searching quietly as to not cause disturbance. Surely, you would know something about your partners habits? Anything, where she likes to shop, friends she meets with, places goes too? As well, did any strange letters arrive in the mail today that were overlooked, some kind of demand for ransom? You are the most realistic suspect as of yet, if there’s no ransom, it could have been magical phenomena, but I can’t be sure unless we know her last possible location. Try to put yourself in her shoes and retrace her steps.”
THE Crow Bar <-> Dream of a Study (Mind)
Dordis: Eventually, the firing subsides, and in the corner of your eye, the door slowly begins to vanish. “Oh, I’m sure you would like to know…where else would they keep birds from flying away, if not in a cage most fowl? I could help, but getting what you want means that I get what I want, and in any other circumstance, I would merely take what’s mine and be done with it. If you don’t give it up, however, I will take it from you slowly and painfully, and I imagine you’ll probably end up deep in the cage before too long anyway.”
Blackport – Shady Lamppost:
Tsahil: The man eyes you cautiously, gauging your truthfulness. “Unfortunate.” He sighs, leaning back. “However…I should warn you, when you meet her, and I do say when, she will know more about you then yourself, if she wants something from you, she will get it, and she is not only a skilled fighter, but when luck is on her side she cannot lose.” He voice got slowly more grim as he spoke, but it bounces back. “Whose to say, though, I doubt she will cause you as much trouble to you as she has to me. I got that weight on me, and you got this one.” He finishes piling your winnings into a bag and handing it over. “Adios, good luck out there.” Getting up and beginning to walk away, he turns around, and pats you on the shoulder. He leans down and whispers “and remember that they are never far, and always watching, old crow.” and walks away from you like less than a stranger.
Macgullickson’s Farm: You begin to speak, but you do not here yourself say it. You are assailed by the strangest of sights, you see yourself, your body, walking in your line of sight, before collapsing. The interior of the home becomes like smoke, you can barely see what is happening as the people inside tend to you. From the smoke, you see a figure emerge, they are wearing a bold red cloak with black spots, and a black mask that covers their eyes and makes them appear as white spots. “Well.” It goes, with a deep voice. “Given the situation, I imagine you are just ignorant and not trespassing. I’ve seen quite a few new aspects in my time, but this is certainly interesting. I am Tesp, minor aspect of vegetable farms and gardens, what is it you come here for?”
Spearhead Tent:
“I try, I try.” Says the driver as you hop off, driving back into the city and vanishing in the shadow of the night.
The tent does appear to be open for entry, but there is very little light inside. The most illumination comes from a bright pale light from some object sitting on a desk near the entrance. There is someone in front of it, the light shining right in their face, and occasionally reflecting off glasses they are wearing, giving them a menacing façade. They don’t seem to see you at all, being completely engrossed on whatever is in front of them, and probably unable to see in the dark. Just barely in the light you can see some displays with different objects, some look like weapons and armor, one has an abundance of those cards you were shown, and the rest have objects that are unrecognizable or defy description.
Road to Riverport:
The hood slowly begins to fade from them. They puts a foot back, looking like they are ready to run. A woman is revealed, with long green hair like spikes, it looks like leaves of aloe. “The world, perhaps not, but to the level, but it would make me a Major Aspect, perhaps even a Domain if I put it to good use. I have no intention of striking you down for it, but you must slay me if you wish to proceed. If you don’t hand it over to me, someone stronger, perhaps quite vile may take it for themselves.”
Twill looks around, trying to process something that she missed.
Chloro Hills:
The angel and the peagasus are swathed in flame, moving their wings in unison in an attempt to dodge. 12
They are singed badly, they bright white light be overtaken, and the wingtips of the pegasus singed black.The imperious stranger seems to have trouble listening to you as they dish outpayback for the healthy dose of dragon fire they just to the face, bucking themselves off the pegasus into Xamodas. The light of the bow forms into a hefty axe as she swings downward. Attack: 11 Damage: 22 The attack, well hefty with radiant fire and divine rage but without skill, glances off the brute strength of dragon scales.
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Road to Riverport (repost for diceroll):
Twill looks around trying to process something she's missed
23 in some kind of edgar wright moment, she suddenly puts the pieces together. "Wait, if your, and that thing was...and there was...oh, oh!
That's a philosophers stone! No way we're giving that up!"
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Blackport - The Shady Lamppost
"Well", thinks Tsahil, "If I didn't have enough reasons to get out of this hole before, now I definitely have." He finishes his drink, trying to get the creeps out of his system. The whole thing sure got him curious, but everytime his mind wanders into his spy times, he feels frustrated, angry, and even sad. He knows memories may chase you and find you when you last expect it... But he guesses even that is better then go after them himself.
After drinking and taking a deep breath, he walks back to the wagon station, making his best effort to put his mind in the future. "So, that earthquake thing... what kind of unnatural stuff could cause something like that?"
Zacharias is silent as he attempts to make sense of what is happening. When he finally finds his "tongue", he responds, "Tesp, I am Zacharias. I am ... well, I'm not sure what I am. I died and met the Aspect of Perseverance, and he helped me return." He looks questioningly at the figure. "Does that make me ... a 'minor aspect'?"
"I didn't mean to trespass. I'm on my way to the riverport and ran out of daylight, so I stopped at this farm to impose on their hospitality. Did I miss something? A sign or ... ?" He stops as he remembers. "Was that the strange feeling I felt before? Was that you ... marking your boundary?"
Road to Riverport:
Voldred relaxes his stance, standing straight and folding his arms over his stomach. Twill's exclamation about the Philosopher's Stone intrigued him greatly, but Voldred has no intention of using it himself.
"So you're willing to talk. That's good. That, at least, tells me you're smart. But that's not enough. I don't feel like fighting you either, but I do need to move along from this creepy place. If you intend to stand in my way, I will have to go through you, but it doesn't need to end in violence. I have no idea who you are, or what you will do with that power once you have it, so you can't reasonably expect me to trust you with it, can you? Why don't you come with us for a while, so I can get to know you? If you convince me giving you that power will benefit me, you shall have it, and you can help protect it from someone vile."
Corvidae- Spearhead tent
Iam would smile, if his face allowed for such a expression, taking in an individual completely engrossed in the moment. That and the opportunity for some fun. Iam attempts to take a single step forward slowly quietly, then remains statue still for twice as long as the step took. In between steps Iam takes in the devices and displays to take up his time and make sure he doesn't move too quickly.
Each step is directly towards the lit desk and individual seeing how close he can get before he is noticed.
Stealth (at disadvantage) 14
Perception 15
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
Chloro Hills
((Recharge was rolled last post.))
Xamodas lets loose a cold bark of laughter as the radiant axe deals a glancing blow. He beats his leathery wings to adjust his flight. There was strength behind it.
"A decent rebuttal," he taunts. "But lacking in tact, I think."
With the angel now in his face, he spews forward another gout of Dragonfire. The pegasus was now inconsequential to him - he would not avoid it with the cone but he would not try to catch it either. Not could he spare the attention to ask for help from the others.
33 fire damage this time, DC 13 to half.
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
THE Crow Bar (Body) <-> Dream of a Study (Mind)
Dordis Falthenfyern
Dordis shifts in place while sitting on the chair, unsettled by the firing until it subsides, recollecting his thoughts and posture to its former form. He seems disheartened at firs tthat the vagrant refuses to aid him, but quickly remembers his place and snaps his emotions to a defensive tone, speaking in reply, "If that is truly how you must go about your daily life, then I refuse to let what I wish for most to be let given to a foul person such as yourself," he snaps back, his tone wary and cautious of the vagrant's identity and position. He glances to the triplicate seal on the cook book, cooling his composure and tone via simply inhaling and exhaling for a few moments. He stands while his off-hand returns the cookbook through his backpack, opening a minor arcane sigil that opens into the inside of the backpack itself. His posture tense, and his bright-green eyes following the vagrant's movements. He paces forth toward the now opened doorway, facing the vagrant one last time as he pauses, "One more question before I wish to leave of this room: are you the Warlock Zacharias the paladin, had spoke of earlier?" he seems not intent on gaining the true answer, but simply gauges them to reply once more with his outgoing tone. After a response is given, he leaves the room through the door, his star pendant glowing in several celestial colours in streaks or hues, wisps that cling from either around his person or are directly attached to the star pendant.
"I cannot fail my wish to find Soltris, and under no circumstances will I give up on him," he mutters ever-so audibly under his breath, just before he returns to his unconscious body. A burning sense of determination courses through his emotions, but he steels them as he knows inaction and overconfidence is a slow, yet insidious killer.
Grand Abode:
Ulrich thinks for a moment, his eyes on the folders as if they would tell him which to chose. "I would take the mission to the south, though I could not say why. May I ask which you would have given me? Or which is the most pressing?"
His eyes flick up to look at her. "May I also ask why you weren't able to give a more complete synopsis of the cases? How far reaching are they?"
So much for posting more frequently, I'll probably get the next post in sometime next week. Finals still busting me up, but there is light on the horizon.
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Nae shouts to the angel “Hey Sparkles, lay off him!”
Nae’s eyes flash a sharp purple as she snaps her fingers and she casts hex and will apply disadvantage to Dexterity checks
Nae’s hands then glow the familiar sickly green color and she fires off an Eldritch blast at the angel
Attack: 7 Damage: 7
necrotic hex damage: 3
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Noldeme, Nae, and Xamodas | Chloro Hill
Seeing the angel attack and give no response to her words, Noldeme snaps and decides not to use her bow to go along with the threat she had made before. First, though, Noldeme puts the Hexblade's Curse on the angel, before aiming and taking the shot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15 Piercing + 4 Radiant (Radiant Soul)
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
(Slowly working myself into getting back into this. Finals took a lot out of me mentally (though I did pass everything, yay!) I'm going to post a few responses tonight, work on some shelved projects, and then see if I can't get back into the swing of things.)
Tsahil: You reapproach the Ticketmaster, it's the same one from earlier. "Ah, you again? Give me a moment." You hear the fellow say. Seems he was playing some sort of card game with himself to pass the time, probably just solitare, but the cards didn't look ordinary. He takes a brief moment to quickly put everything away. "Yes, I suppose I did pass mention of that earthquake..." He gives a few broad twirls of his broader mustache, thinking it over. "Ah, well you know the stories about things falling down from The Tower, yes? Small things, big things-" he gestures with his hands to give a sense of scale, he then brings them quite far apart when saying. "-perhaps even, very, very big things, no? I'm no seismologist, but everybody knows 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'."
"But, to be honest, it's anybodies guess. Could've been just an earthquake, maybe some strange remnant from The Desperation, maybe just a secret experiment gone wrong by those blokes up north. You know, rumor has it Glanyrafon's a crater from a massive explosion, maybe they were doing a bit of urban planning, so to speak? Har!"
(ho boy I just realized writing that how much lore I need to share openly, I'll get on with that soon, check back, maybe I'll just hyperlink every namedrop in here)
Zacharias: Tesp nods, and holds up two fingers. "Two mistakes were made, one was indeed trespassing on way be considered my "domain", especially during the nightly hours. A common mistake. Second, and I believe the more severe mistake, was imposing on their hospitality." He pulls from wisps of shadow a small humanoid form, dangling from wispy strings on his fingers, a puppet. "You seem to be in quite the perdicament: You abide by the rules of the aspect, but still have a body to take care of, and I assume, that you still wish to take care of. If you don't follow the rules, then well..." he takes his two fingers, and cuts the puppet limp. "...much better than the fate of other aspects, I imagine some would be completely barred from territory, or worse, perish entirely from the strain."
"There' nothing to be worried about now, your body will be in safe hands for you to reclaim in the morning. Besides, there are noble pursuits to be undertaken during nightly hours, and we are restless spirits. The Zeitgeist could always use more defenders in times like these...are you aware of ongoings of The Plague of Knightmares?"
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