“How about Nevlav you help with the radio. Alden and Thalion go with Chief Brightaxe. I’ll go after Graddor, he’s going to need assistance, and we need eyes and ears on that circumstance. Grinhilla, you... just try not to get confused for a hag.” Yoric goes chasing after Graddor with his lyre out. “Wait up!”
Thalion squints at the druid and slowly puts the amulet away again, eyeing the sickle warily. Not eager to explain himself he jumps up and hurries after Brightaxe, looking distracted.
Aleksei bites his lip and speaks to you, Grin. "I cannot tell if your companions are among the bravest or the stupidest people I've ever met." He shakes his head and begins repacking his medical equipment into his bag "You take it a bit more seriously than they do, I think. Which interests me, I must admit. What exactly do you think of this? I suspect you have a bit more exposure to this type of thing than the others, yes?"
On the Roof of the Barracks
Corin Brightaxe grunts with effort as he deals with moving things about on the deck. "Ah! Much obliged for your 'elp, I am. If one of you could get the steam boiler running, sirs, that be a great start. She's a temperamental sort, but once she's running, she purrs like a kitten. The other one can join me up 'ere. Need a navigator to 'elp me plot a course for Valance." He grins brightly. "We'll 'ave sailors out of you boys, yet."
(One of you, make a DEX check to see if you can keep the boiler going, the other can make an INT check to see how successful a course you're able to chart).
Outside Lady Raskiel'sManse
Graddor seems annoyed, but not overly surprised to see the halfling bard stride up to join him. "Good Gods, man. I let you have the Folna, I don't know what you expect of me." He pauses looking you over. "Still it may be a bit useful to me to have the hero who slew those beasts here in the flesh to convince her Ladyship I took care of it.
The guard at the front gate ushers you into a large, expansive front room, and Graddor who seems to know the layout of the manor house, leads you to a smaller, but still impressive side room that seems to be some sort of library.
"Let me do the talking...." he hisses, as the Lady of the house enters. Yoric, in your time as an entertainer, you've worked with and met some truly beautiful people, and based on your first impression, Lady Raskiel would clearly rank in the upper echelon. She's tall and slim, with very pale, almost translucent, blue skin, with hair to match. Her eyes are large and the same color, and she is currently wearing a dress whose shade perfectly matches the rest of her appearance. She seems to glide as she walks, with a remarkable grace. She possesses a very regal bearing, almost as if she was playacting the role of a Lady in a masque or satire.
"Captain Graddor, I have been waiting for you for some time to return to me with some report." Her voice holds a note of reproach, and you feel Graddor shrinking in his seat next to you. "And you. I have not met you before, and I know everyone in town. Who are you?" She asks, less of a friendly question and more of a command.
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Thalion balks at the notion of working in the bowels of the mechanical monstrosity. He opened his mouth to protest, already seeing where this was going, but the prospect of navigating as the crow flies was daunting enough to make him sulk all the way to the boiler.
With a resigned sigh he rolls up the sleeves of his forest green tunic and gives it his best try.
Thalion, the physical work of firing the boiler is hot and a labor intensive, but you soon find a very regular rhythm and are able to get the boiler running -- Brightaxe is right, as soon as the boiler kicks on and it hums at a low level and immediately, you feel a little jerk. The airship itself starts to lift itself off the roof. It's a remarkable feeling to levitate, uncomfortable but at the same time, a little exhilarating.
Brightaxe sticks his head inside the door and says amenably, "Excuse me, sirs. If Detective Lostchild will join me up in the navigation chambers, we can get our flight plan mapped out and you folks can be on your way, you can."
(Alden, make an INT check).
On the Way to the Radiogram Office
Nevlav, on the way to the radiogram office, you hear a familiar voice loudly bellow from behind you. "Boyo! Hold yer horses there a second, lad."
It's Engineer McCalister, huffing, out of breath, carrying an old warhammer in her hand. 'Ye may not think of it to look at me, laddie, but Ah was once a pretty fierce fighter for the Royal Northern Battalion of the Languedoc Military. This warhammer saved me life more times than Ah care ta think aboot. Ah haven't swung her in anger, since the war, but since ye and yer mates seem to have a talent for getting into scraps, Ah thought ye should have it!" She hands you it to you and grins.
"Ye kin keep it for yerself if ye want it, or ye can give it to yer mates. I dinnae care. Jes' don't go selling it now. I'm a sentimental old broad." She laughs and playfully taps your shoulder. "Its a shame ye all are going on yer way. Ye brought some life into this auld town. We needed a bit o' shakin' up."
(Nevlav, I'm going to drop a warhammer +1 into your inventory.)
Graddor glares at Yoric uncertainly, and begins to launch into a very highly edited, questionable retelling of events designed to minimize Graddor's role and highlight your culpability. He does, however, credit the group, and you specifically Yoric, with defeating the menace and saving his life.
"So you see, Lady Raskiel, the situation is well in hand. Once the miners clear away the ruined ore, the mine should be able to return to full operation. Engineer McCalister says three or four days, perhaps a week.
DM Screen
Persuasion 19
After Graddor's story, a small smile appears on Raskiel's face. "I owe you an apology, Henk. Clearly you have it all in hand. I shouldn't have misjudged you, my friend." She turns her attention to you. "And you, noble bard. You burned the creature to death, yes? How horrible. We owe you a debt of great gratitude. Is there anything we can do for you?"
Yoric will bow again. “My Lady, Captain Graddor downplays his part. He can be self-effacing at times, although he disguises it. I believe that faith in his judgement has been a benefit to you, and much of this region. As such, I will trust Graddor, too, and allow him to suggest a suitable form for gratitude.”
Yoric turns his head to look at Graddor and raise an eyebrow at him.
Thalion surprises himself once he gets in a rhythm and sure enough he makes for a decent boiler worker. He wipes the sweat from his brow and chuckles at Alden, following him once he feels the uncomfortable feeling of floating with his feet flat on the ground.
Perhaps at just the wrong time to distract Alden he pokes his head into the navigation room and loudly says, "Any luck, friends?"
Alden -- plotting a course of flying through the airspace of Languedoc is as new an experience to you as it is to the dwarf who will be piloting the ship, but between the two of you, you think you have...something that allows you to avoid the airspace of Granholm, most of the major mountains between Yellow Creek and Valance, and most importantly, should get you to the capital in about 90 minutes -- that is, if you calculated correctly.
Chief Brightaxe looks at the course you plotted together and studies it very closely, seemingly trying to commit it to memory. "This is...something. Should be easy enough, I reckon. We'll 'ave you and your friends back to the capital in no time, we will. I 'ope, anyway. I've never flown the Folna much further than over the Corropolese Mountains before."
The Radiogram Station
A bored looking Tabaxi with a green visor is the only occupant of the radiogram station and she lights up immediately you walk in. "You have message yes? Whiskers on Mountain work here for three years and only send messages for half-orc Graddor. He very rude. Never even tip Whiskers." She looks at you very significantly. "Twenty-five words or less. Tell Whiskers on Mountain who message is for and she send. They get it right quick."
Lady Raskiel's Manor
The way Graddor looks at you Yoric, you're almost convinced he's going to attack you then and there. He bites his upper lip so hard that you see two little points of blood where his tusks breach his upper lip. "Unfortunately, your Ladyship, Yoric and his companions have to leave as soon as this interview is over to return to the capital. I do not think there is time for your usual benevolence. "
She waves this away. "There must be something I can... oh yes! Jenkins!" As if by magic, a portly human dressed in a suit with tails appears in the doorway. "My husband's pipe please."
After a second, the servant reappears, carrying a handsome red velvet box. "You see, good bard, my husband was a sailor before the coming of the great airships before he earned his title and became a Hero of the Realm. He told me many a time he kept his shipmates entertained with this very pipe. As an entertainer yourself, I am sure you will put it to good use."
It looks, perhaps disappointingly, like a regular wooden pipe. The bowl at the end, however, is made from a fine, smooth gray riverstone. It is a very fine pipe, but it looks like just a pipe.
Lady Raskiel smiles knowingly. "Good luck on wherever your journey make take you next. And please, be careful." She looks you straight in the eyes as she says this, as Graddor picks you up by the arm and practically pushes you out to the entryway.
Nevlav is shocked to be stopped by the Engineer and accepts the hammer reverently, "Whomever comes to use such a gift shall do so with pride and honour. It shall not be sold you have my word." He attaches it to his belt for now, "Perhaps I will find my way back one day. Until then please be safe and prosperous."
Once at the radio station he nods and takes note of the tip situation. "Well this is for Valance as the recipient. It should state, "The airship Folna is inbound ferrying agents on mission from Admiral Garrock."
The Engineer brightens considerably as you mention that you may return. "Oh, aye? G'wan with ya, ya big tease. If ya do come back, ya owe me a dinner!" With that, she nods solemnly and, seeing someone else on the main street, yells suddenly "Oh, Greengallow! What are ye doing out? Just because the mine is nae operational dinnea mean you can slack off!" She moves away to harangue the unfortunate halfling she caught slacking, leaving you on your way.
At the radiogram station, Whiskers on Mountain takes your message down then moves to a large machine connected to a number of tubes and wires that seem to travel the whole way around the tiny office you're in, up through the ceiling.
"Message to Valance. Hmmm... you is important, yes?" She asks in a tone of voice that suggests she could not care less, while tapping out the message on a large button that exists on the center of the machine. "All sent. Acknowledgement received. Message delivered. 5 silver." And with that, seemingly, this radiogram operator dismisses you with a shake of her paw.
Yoric lets himself be practically carried out the door by Captain Graddor. “You and I are going to be the best of friends, I can just tell. What’s the matter with you? Seems like this went well. Pretty sentimental thing to give, really.” He turns the pipe over a few times.
“How about Nevlav you help with the radio. Alden and Thalion go with Chief Brightaxe. I’ll go after Graddor, he’s going to need assistance, and we need eyes and ears on that circumstance. Grinhilla, you... just try not to get confused for a hag.” Yoric goes chasing after Graddor with his lyre out. “Wait up!”
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Thalion squints at the druid and slowly puts the amulet away again, eyeing the sickle warily. Not eager to explain himself he jumps up and hurries after Brightaxe, looking distracted.
Aleksei bites his lip and speaks to you, Grin. "I cannot tell if your companions are among the bravest or the stupidest people I've ever met." He shakes his head and begins repacking his medical equipment into his bag "You take it a bit more seriously than they do, I think. Which interests me, I must admit. What exactly do you think of this? I suspect you have a bit more exposure to this type of thing than the others, yes?"
On the Roof of the Barracks
Corin Brightaxe grunts with effort as he deals with moving things about on the deck. "Ah! Much obliged for your 'elp, I am. If one of you could get the steam boiler running, sirs, that be a great start. She's a temperamental sort, but once she's running, she purrs like a kitten. The other one can join me up 'ere. Need a navigator to 'elp me plot a course for Valance." He grins brightly. "We'll 'ave sailors out of you boys, yet."
(One of you, make a DEX check to see if you can keep the boiler going, the other can make an INT check to see how successful a course you're able to chart).
Outside Lady Raskiel's Manse
Graddor seems annoyed, but not overly surprised to see the halfling bard stride up to join him. "Good Gods, man. I let you have the Folna, I don't know what you expect of me." He pauses looking you over. "Still it may be a bit useful to me to have the hero who slew those beasts here in the flesh to convince her Ladyship I took care of it.
The guard at the front gate ushers you into a large, expansive front room, and Graddor who seems to know the layout of the manor house, leads you to a smaller, but still impressive side room that seems to be some sort of library.
"Let me do the talking...." he hisses, as the Lady of the house enters. Yoric, in your time as an entertainer, you've worked with and met some truly beautiful people, and based on your first impression, Lady Raskiel would clearly rank in the upper echelon. She's tall and slim, with very pale, almost translucent, blue skin, with hair to match. Her eyes are large and the same color, and she is currently wearing a dress whose shade perfectly matches the rest of her appearance. She seems to glide as she walks, with a remarkable grace. She possesses a very regal bearing, almost as if she was playacting the role of a Lady in a masque or satire.
"Captain Graddor, I have been waiting for you for some time to return to me with some report." Her voice holds a note of reproach, and you feel Graddor shrinking in his seat next to you. "And you. I have not met you before, and I know everyone in town. Who are you?" She asks, less of a friendly question and more of a command.
Yoric stands slightly behind Graddor and bows with all the respectful formality he can muster.
”Yoric, my Lady Raskiel. I am here to assist in Captain Graddor’s report, upon request.”
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Thalion balks at the notion of working in the bowels of the mechanical monstrosity. He opened his mouth to protest, already seeing where this was going, but the prospect of navigating as the crow flies was daunting enough to make him sulk all the way to the boiler.
With a resigned sigh he rolls up the sleeves of his forest green tunic and gives it his best try.
Dexterity Check: 14
Alden
"Too right Thalion." Alden cheers him as he works the bellows. Alden will pitch in and help with the bellows work until asked to do something else.
Aboard the Air-Ship
Thalion, the physical work of firing the boiler is hot and a labor intensive, but you soon find a very regular rhythm and are able to get the boiler running -- Brightaxe is right, as soon as the boiler kicks on and it hums at a low level and immediately, you feel a little jerk. The airship itself starts to lift itself off the roof. It's a remarkable feeling to levitate, uncomfortable but at the same time, a little exhilarating.
Brightaxe sticks his head inside the door and says amenably, "Excuse me, sirs. If Detective Lostchild will join me up in the navigation chambers, we can get our flight plan mapped out and you folks can be on your way, you can."
(Alden, make an INT check).
On the Way to the Radiogram Office
Nevlav, on the way to the radiogram office, you hear a familiar voice loudly bellow from behind you. "Boyo! Hold yer horses there a second, lad."
It's Engineer McCalister, huffing, out of breath, carrying an old warhammer in her hand. 'Ye may not think of it to look at me, laddie, but Ah was once a pretty fierce fighter for the Royal Northern Battalion of the Languedoc Military. This warhammer saved me life more times than Ah care ta think aboot. Ah haven't swung her in anger, since the war, but since ye and yer mates seem to have a talent for getting into scraps, Ah thought ye should have it!" She hands you it to you and grins.
"Ye kin keep it for yerself if ye want it, or ye can give it to yer mates. I dinnae care. Jes' don't go selling it now. I'm a sentimental old broad." She laughs and playfully taps your shoulder. "Its a shame ye all are going on yer way. Ye brought some life into this auld town. We needed a bit o' shakin' up."
(Nevlav, I'm going to drop a warhammer +1 into your inventory.)
At Lady Raskiel's Manor
Graddor glares at Yoric uncertainly, and begins to launch into a very highly edited, questionable retelling of events designed to minimize Graddor's role and highlight your culpability. He does, however, credit the group, and you specifically Yoric, with defeating the menace and saving his life.
"So you see, Lady Raskiel, the situation is well in hand. Once the miners clear away the ruined ore, the mine should be able to return to full operation. Engineer McCalister says three or four days, perhaps a week.
DM Screen
Persuasion 19
After Graddor's story, a small smile appears on Raskiel's face. "I owe you an apology, Henk. Clearly you have it all in hand. I shouldn't have misjudged you, my friend." She turns her attention to you. "And you, noble bard. You burned the creature to death, yes? How horrible. We owe you a debt of great gratitude. Is there anything we can do for you?"
Alden
Intelligence check: 8
"Right Brightaxe." Alden says. "Don't put your back out Thalion, I shan't be long and i will help. Your a ranger not a Boiler." he says.
Alden will head to navigation to help out best he can.
Yoric will bow again. “My Lady, Captain Graddor downplays his part. He can be self-effacing at times, although he disguises it. I believe that faith in his judgement has been a benefit to you, and much of this region. As such, I will trust Graddor, too, and allow him to suggest a suitable form for gratitude.”
Yoric turns his head to look at Graddor and raise an eyebrow at him.
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Thalion surprises himself once he gets in a rhythm and sure enough he makes for a decent boiler worker. He wipes the sweat from his brow and chuckles at Alden, following him once he feels the uncomfortable feeling of floating with his feet flat on the ground.
Perhaps at just the wrong time to distract Alden he pokes his head into the navigation room and loudly says, "Any luck, friends?"
Aboard the airship
Alden -- plotting a course of flying through the airspace of Languedoc is as new an experience to you as it is to the dwarf who will be piloting the ship, but between the two of you, you think you have...something that allows you to avoid the airspace of Granholm, most of the major mountains between Yellow Creek and Valance, and most importantly, should get you to the capital in about 90 minutes -- that is, if you calculated correctly.
Chief Brightaxe looks at the course you plotted together and studies it very closely, seemingly trying to commit it to memory. "This is...something. Should be easy enough, I reckon. We'll 'ave you and your friends back to the capital in no time, we will. I 'ope, anyway. I've never flown the Folna much further than over the Corropolese Mountains before."
The Radiogram Station
A bored looking Tabaxi with a green visor is the only occupant of the radiogram station and she lights up immediately you walk in. "You have message yes? Whiskers on Mountain work here for three years and only send messages for half-orc Graddor. He very rude. Never even tip Whiskers." She looks at you very significantly. "Twenty-five words or less. Tell Whiskers on Mountain who message is for and she send. They get it right quick."
Lady Raskiel's Manor
The way Graddor looks at you Yoric, you're almost convinced he's going to attack you then and there. He bites his upper lip so hard that you see two little points of blood where his tusks breach his upper lip. "Unfortunately, your Ladyship, Yoric and his companions have to leave as soon as this interview is over to return to the capital. I do not think there is time for your usual benevolence. "
She waves this away. "There must be something I can... oh yes! Jenkins!" As if by magic, a portly human dressed in a suit with tails appears in the doorway. "My husband's pipe please."
After a second, the servant reappears, carrying a handsome red velvet box. "You see, good bard, my husband was a sailor before the coming of the great airships before he earned his title and became a Hero of the Realm. He told me many a time he kept his shipmates entertained with this very pipe. As an entertainer yourself, I am sure you will put it to good use."
It looks, perhaps disappointingly, like a regular wooden pipe. The bowl at the end, however, is made from a fine, smooth gray riverstone. It is a very fine pipe, but it looks like just a pipe.
Lady Raskiel smiles knowingly. "Good luck on wherever your journey make take you next. And please, be careful." She looks you straight in the eyes as she says this, as Graddor picks you up by the arm and practically pushes you out to the entryway.
Nevlav is shocked to be stopped by the Engineer and accepts the hammer reverently, "Whomever comes to use such a gift shall do so with pride and honour. It shall not be sold you have my word." He attaches it to his belt for now, "Perhaps I will find my way back one day. Until then please be safe and prosperous."
Once at the radio station he nods and takes note of the tip situation. "Well this is for Valance as the recipient. It should state, "The airship Folna is inbound ferrying agents on mission from Admiral Garrock."
Alden
"I think we have a course" Alden says "I think"
"No Matter" Alden continues, "We can be underway soon and get this druid to help the king."
Nevlav
The Engineer brightens considerably as you mention that you may return. "Oh, aye? G'wan with ya, ya big tease. If ya do come back, ya owe me a dinner!" With that, she nods solemnly and, seeing someone else on the main street, yells suddenly "Oh, Greengallow! What are ye doing out? Just because the mine is nae operational dinnea mean you can slack off!" She moves away to harangue the unfortunate halfling she caught slacking, leaving you on your way.
At the radiogram station, Whiskers on Mountain takes your message down then moves to a large machine connected to a number of tubes and wires that seem to travel the whole way around the tiny office you're in, up through the ceiling.
"Message to Valance. Hmmm... you is important, yes?" She asks in a tone of voice that suggests she could not care less, while tapping out the message on a large button that exists on the center of the machine. "All sent. Acknowledgement received. Message delivered. 5 silver." And with that, seemingly, this radiogram operator dismisses you with a shake of her paw.
(Anything else anyone wish to accomplish before leaving Yellow Creek?)
(I'm good.)
Gm
Int roll for fun stuff 13
Alden
Other than Alden planning his return to Yellow Creek at some point, nothing else to do.
Ready to move onwards.
Yoric lets himself be practically carried out the door by Captain Graddor. “You and I are going to be the best of friends, I can just tell. What’s the matter with you? Seems like this went well. Pretty sentimental thing to give, really.” He turns the pipe over a few times.
(as soon as this bit with Graddor is done)
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