Ithelion stares at the medallion, speechless. She barely hears the mayors words, her eyes moving from the medallion, back to the mayor, then back to the medallion. Eventually she manages to summon her wits. What in the gods names is going on!
She turns to the mayor, "I think..." she glances at her companions: Garnet's angry countenance, barely contained, and Krom's stoic and habitual silence, giving nothing away. I need time, she thinks.
"I...I have already eaten...perhaps on the morrow..." she says.
She glances at the others for any indication of their preferences...
(( She does examine the amulet more closely; checking the name, if it is written on it ))
Krom strokes his beard a bit, "Now that I've had a wee bit of a break from everthin' I'm noticin' a few ripe odors floatin' about. Perhaps, a business discussion is better suited once we've all cleaned up and had some rest. I can't be the only one here feelin' tired."
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Vernor claps his hands and smiles. “Splendid! It’s settled! Retire to your rooms and have a talk, I’ll expect your decision before you leave tomorrow. It was great to talk with you and please,” he gestures to the table full of bottles of drink and food, “take what you will. The life can be perilous and decent food hard to come by.” The butler brings a few sacks and begins putting the food and drink inside for you.
[please feel free to discuss whatever you need to, if you need any clarifications, ask in the OOC thread. Those still on break we will wait for and when you’re ready to depart just indicate so - :) ]
After they leave, Ithelion puts her arm over Garnet's shoulders conspiratorially and says quietly, "Curse me, call me a traitor and a fool, then shove me away...I don't know if they are watching...but can't hurt".
Garnet found the mayor very frustrating. Asking for the fruit in the citidal as if he was asking her group to pick apples from an orchard. He seemed nice and He sounded like his offer was purely commerce related,underhanded commerce most likely if the guards hidden faces was an indication, but still merchant like. Like a spider sitting on a web connected to every strand ready to pull and trap when the time is right. He made Garnet uncomfortable and she wasn't very good at hiding it.
After leaving the mayor's location he considered heading to the temple to buy a book/ scroll maybe clear her head a bit .
Garnet was a little lost in thought when Ithelion made the proposal of acting an argument. Stoping in her tracks she pulled away from Ithelion roughly. Crossing her arms over her chest and letting her frustration over this whole mess bleed into her expression and voice.
"What was that coin he offered you?! How does he know you?"
Ithelion pulls away from Garnet quickly, then stares at her. "You heard what he offered! A small fortune" she says loudly. "And the medallion? It identifies him as someone of value to an organization that I trust."
Garnet practically growled some of her real concerns being voiced. " You don't think that's unusual? That a mayor in this town.." she punctuates that by pointimg at the ground.".. just happens to know that your even connected?"
After this argument Garnet will head to the temple, she wants to see about getting some parchment with holy writing for a spell. She also doesn't want to head to the inn right away. If the fake argument is to believed heading to the inn with Ithelion would probably not be a good idea.
Daeymar is still welcome to accompany Garnet if he wants to she will welcome the company, however if he changes his mind that's fine too.
Daemyar accompanies Garnet. “You are not wrong.” Daemyar looks around to see who might be watching. “But this man... he will help us accomplish our goal, yes?”
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@garnet - you head to the temple. Corkie is there - do you want paper? Or for her to create a scroll for you? Ask her questions? See what books she has? (btw, it sounds like a classic anger shopping episode! haha)
@krom - he'll give you 230gp for the gems, or a combo of coins and items if you want.
@daemyar - As you and Garnet make your way towards the temple, you do see someone watching from behind one of the buildings and, as you look at them, they disappear out of your vision. From the quick look you got, it looked like someone dressed similar to the guards in the mayor's place: hooded and with a cover over the lower half of their face. You don't see anyone else the whole rest of the way.
Daemyar accompanies Garnet. “You are not wrong.” Daemyar looks around to see who might be watching. “But this man... he will help us accomplish our goal, yes?”
Garnet sighs she knows Daeymar is technically right but just feels wrong admitting it. " It makes me worried trusting someone who puts a price on everything." As they near the temple she drops the volume of her voice but continues her answer. "Those type of people can easily put a price on our lives and the minute we become less valuable than what they are seeking." Now standing before the temple Garnet makes a line across her throat to make her point without voicing it out loud.
Garnet will enter the temple to look for Cookie or whoever the vendor is. She has a spell that require using paper with holy writing on it. If There is a book that she can just tear pages from that will be useful.
Garnet bursts into the temple, still angry. She has a mind to rip pages out of a book but before she can, Cookie (lol) comes out from an adjoining room. “Please! Refrain from doing that, child,”she orders in a voice much bigger than one would expect. She looks at you both. “Come,” she says, nodding to the room she just came from.
Garnet feels the need to explain and Cookie listens. “Child, you are a holy being - you just need some paper and ink and the words you write bear the holiness themselves.” She looks worriedly from Daemyar to Garnet. “I am glad you came to see me, I hope your friends are safely back at the inn-“. Suddenly, she stops and sniffs the air. Then she waves her fingers and closes her eyes, chanting some words that remind you of the twinkle of rain and you feel the air get heavier. A dense fog surrounds three of you. “There. That should do. I understand you met with the Mayor, Vernor? No need to say anything, I know what he offered you.” She smiles knowingly but her gaze hardens as she looks into your eyes. “Before I continue, I need to know what your answer to him will be.” Her gaze is cold and unflinching. She
Daemyar shakes his head. “I don’t understand everything, but we have not told him yes or no. What I know is that he is greedy. If we tell him no, he will find a way to force us out, or force us to say yes. He will not share. Is he a war master? Has he a right to lead?”
Corkie snorts at Daemyar's question, "No, my dear. War master he is not, at least not in the way you think of such things.
Vernor is a war profiteer - skilled in the consequences of conflict, so long as that conflict is well away from him and doesn't involve him physically. He facilitates with no risk, no sacrifice but gains all rewards. Such is ever the way of his ilk." She looks weary and sighs. "I suppose I shouldn't trust you but Adathar is a being I trust, and so I will trust you. What I am about to tell you must not be repeated in the open. I and the group of people that I work with have long known Vernor Lung is a member of the Zhentarim - a group that pretends to be benign but is anything but. They are a force of avarice, greed, and hunger. Their goals are long-term dominance over trade and governance, to make themselves irreplaceable and to make others dependent and beholden to them." She looks cunningly at Daemyar, "And yes, once the Zhents show interest, they are like a stirge: difficult to shake off and sometimes more dangerous to do so. The Zhents value loyalty to the family above all else: If you agree and cross them, the organization will forever hunt you. They are not likely to be happy about your defiance, and if you agree they will use you for as long as you are profitable. Vernor himself has only become relevant due to the small but of money, trade, and information he brings to the Zhents, as Oakhurst isn't exactly the booming metropolis of the north. The Zhents tolerate him to keep them informed and to act as a safe contact in the area, nothing more. Vernor's mercenaries have likely been following you since you came into town. Luckily, they are relatively inept and know nothing of my allegiances. The people I work with are smaller in number but larger in heart than the Zhentarim and we value freedom from such tyranny above all. There are 3 of us in this town - your actions thus far have shown you to be potentially valuable members, but I leave that to you to decide..."
Corkie stops and closes her eyes, which flicker rapidly for a time. When she again opens her eyes, you notice tears within. "I have felt powerful magic just now. Your companion, the druid, has seen his destiny unveiled before him. His will is not strong enough for the task set before you but -" She closes her eyes once more before adding, "But I foresee a new force that will aid you. I-I can't make it out completely but it will be a boon for you." She smiles and leans back, reciting almost,"Under the darkling sky, whispers and song reside; A promise in a cat's eye, for the rest, the Mother provides..."
Daemyar lets out a remarkably light and high giggle. “Like a stirge!!! Yes, that is what he is. Such a person must be dealt with before bleeding us dry. Take what is useful from him and move on. How many guards does he have?”
Daemyar lets out a remarkably light and high giggle. “Like a stirge!!! Yes, that is what he is. Such a person must be dealt with before bleeding us dry. Take what is useful from him and move on. How many guards does he have?”
"This I don't know...but someone with your skills can find out, I am sure."
Ithelion stares at the medallion, speechless. She barely hears the mayors words, her eyes moving from the medallion, back to the mayor, then back to the medallion. Eventually she manages to summon her wits. What in the gods names is going on!
She turns to the mayor, "I think..." she glances at her companions: Garnet's angry countenance, barely contained, and Krom's stoic and habitual silence, giving nothing away. I need time, she thinks.
"I...I have already eaten...perhaps on the morrow..." she says.
She glances at the others for any indication of their preferences...
(( She does examine the amulet more closely; checking the name, if it is written on it ))
Krom strokes his beard a bit, "Now that I've had a wee bit of a break from everthin' I'm noticin' a few ripe odors floatin' about. Perhaps, a business discussion is better suited once we've all cleaned up and had some rest. I can't be the only one here feelin' tired."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Vernor claps his hands and smiles. “Splendid! It’s settled! Retire to your rooms and have a talk, I’ll expect your decision before you leave tomorrow. It was great to talk with you and please,” he gestures to the table full of bottles of drink and food, “take what you will. The life can be perilous and decent food hard to come by.” The butler brings a few sacks and begins putting the food and drink inside for you.
[please feel free to discuss whatever you need to, if you need any clarifications, ask in the OOC thread. Those still on break we will wait for and when you’re ready to depart just indicate so - :) ]
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
After they leave, Ithelion puts her arm over Garnet's shoulders conspiratorially and says quietly, "Curse me, call me a traitor and a fool, then shove me away...I don't know if they are watching...but can't hurt".
Daemyar is likely to walk with Garnet.
“Friend... whoever he is, he is not a friend. And you have drawn a line. Don’t walk alone. I’ll be with you.”
And so he’ll follow her around town while we’re here, including posting up at her room taking a watch.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Garnet found the mayor very frustrating. Asking for the fruit in the citidal as if he was asking her group to pick apples from an orchard. He seemed nice and He sounded like his offer was purely commerce related,underhanded commerce most likely if the guards hidden faces was an indication, but still merchant like. Like a spider sitting on a web connected to every strand ready to pull and trap when the time is right. He made Garnet uncomfortable and she wasn't very good at hiding it.
After leaving the mayor's location he considered heading to the temple to buy a book/ scroll maybe clear her head a bit .
Garnet was a little lost in thought when Ithelion made the proposal of acting an argument. Stoping in her tracks she pulled away from Ithelion roughly. Crossing her arms over her chest and letting her frustration over this whole mess bleed into her expression and voice.
"What was that coin he offered you?! How does he know you?"
(struggling to describe mob boss in dnd form lol)
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Ithelion pulls away from Garnet quickly, then stares at her. "You heard what he offered! A small fortune" she says loudly. "And the medallion? It identifies him as someone of value to an organization that I trust."
Garnet practically growled some of her real concerns being voiced. " You don't think that's unusual? That a mayor in this town.." she punctuates that by pointimg at the ground.".. just happens to know that your even connected?"
After this argument Garnet will head to the temple, she wants to see about getting some parchment with holy writing for a spell. She also doesn't want to head to the inn right away. If the fake argument is to believed heading to the inn with Ithelion would probably not be a good idea.
Daeymar is still welcome to accompany Garnet if he wants to she will welcome the company, however if he changes his mind that's fine too.
Daemyar accompanies Garnet.
“You are not wrong.” Daemyar looks around to see who might be watching. “But this man... he will help us accomplish our goal, yes?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Krom makes his way back to Rorik's shop to sell off more of the gems he has and the party has collected.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
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@garnet - you head to the temple. Corkie is there - do you want paper? Or for her to create a scroll for you? Ask her questions? See what books she has? (btw, it sounds like a classic anger shopping episode! haha)
@krom - he'll give you 230gp for the gems, or a combo of coins and items if you want.
@daemyar - make a perception roll :)
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Daemyar perception 15
Paladin - warforged - orange
@daemyar - As you and Garnet make your way towards the temple, you do see someone watching from behind one of the buildings and, as you look at them, they disappear out of your vision. From the quick look you got, it looked like someone dressed similar to the guards in the mayor's place: hooded and with a cover over the lower half of their face. You don't see anyone else the whole rest of the way.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Garnet sighs she knows Daeymar is technically right but just feels wrong admitting it. " It makes me worried trusting someone who puts a price on everything." As they near the temple she drops the volume of her voice but continues her answer. "Those type of people can easily put a price on our lives and the minute we become less valuable than what they are seeking." Now standing before the temple Garnet makes a line across her throat to make her point without voicing it out loud.
Garnet will enter the temple to look for Cookie or whoever the vendor is. She has a spell that require using paper with holy writing on it. If There is a book that she can just tear pages from that will be useful.
Garnet bursts into the temple, still angry. She has a mind to rip pages out of a book but before she can, Cookie (lol) comes out from an adjoining room. “Please! Refrain from doing that, child,” she orders in a voice much bigger than one would expect. She looks at you both. “Come,” she says, nodding to the room she just came from.
Garnet feels the need to explain and Cookie listens. “Child, you are a holy being - you just need some paper and ink and the words you write bear the holiness themselves.” She looks worriedly from Daemyar to Garnet. “I am glad you came to see me, I hope your friends are safely back at the inn-“. Suddenly, she stops and sniffs the air. Then she waves her fingers and closes her eyes, chanting some words that remind you of the twinkle of rain and you feel the air get heavier. A dense fog surrounds three of you. “There. That should do. I understand you met with the Mayor, Vernor? No need to say anything, I know what he offered you.” She smiles knowingly but her gaze hardens as she looks into your eyes. “Before I continue, I need to know what your answer to him will be.” Her gaze is cold and unflinching. She
waits for your reply...
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Daemyar, Garnet and Cookie
Daemyar shakes his head. “I don’t understand everything, but we have not told him yes or no. What I know is that he is greedy. If we tell him no, he will find a way to force us out, or force us to say yes. He will not share. Is he a war master? Has he a right to lead?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Corkie snorts at Daemyar's question, "No, my dear. War master he is not, at least not in the way you think of such things.
Vernor is a war profiteer - skilled in the consequences of conflict, so long as that conflict is well away from him and doesn't involve him physically. He facilitates with no risk, no sacrifice but gains all rewards. Such is ever the way of his ilk." She looks weary and sighs. "I suppose I shouldn't trust you but Adathar is a being I trust, and so I will trust you. What I am about to tell you must not be repeated in the open. I and the group of people that I work with have long known Vernor Lung is a member of the Zhentarim - a group that pretends to be benign but is anything but. They are a force of avarice, greed, and hunger. Their goals are long-term dominance over trade and governance, to make themselves irreplaceable and to make others dependent and beholden to them." She looks cunningly at Daemyar, "And yes, once the Zhents show interest, they are like a stirge: difficult to shake off and sometimes more dangerous to do so. The Zhents value loyalty to the family above all else: If you agree and cross them, the organization will forever hunt you. They are not likely to be happy about your defiance, and if you agree they will use you for as long as you are profitable. Vernor himself has only become relevant due to the small but of money, trade, and information he brings to the Zhents, as Oakhurst isn't exactly the booming metropolis of the north. The Zhents tolerate him to keep them informed and to act as a safe contact in the area, nothing more. Vernor's mercenaries have likely been following you since you came into town. Luckily, they are relatively inept and know nothing of my allegiances. The people I work with are smaller in number but larger in heart than the Zhentarim and we value freedom from such tyranny above all. There are 3 of us in this town - your actions thus far have shown you to be potentially valuable members, but I leave that to you to decide..."
Corkie stops and closes her eyes, which flicker rapidly for a time. When she again opens her eyes, you notice tears within. "I have felt powerful magic just now. Your companion, the druid, has seen his destiny unveiled before him. His will is not strong enough for the task set before you but -" She closes her eyes once more before adding, "But I foresee a new force that will aid you. I-I can't make it out completely but it will be a boon for you." She smiles and leans back, reciting almost, "Under the darkling sky, whispers and song reside; A promise in a cat's eye, for the rest, the Mother provides..."
She waits expectantly.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Daemyar, Garnet, Cookie
Daemyar lets out a remarkably light and high giggle. “Like a stirge!!! Yes, that is what he is. Such a person must be dealt with before bleeding us dry. Take what is useful from him and move on. How many guards does he have?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"This I don't know...but someone with your skills can find out, I am sure."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons