Merlin will purchase Ecto Elixir and pour it into a flask for future use saying "This could come in handy in the right situation." (Ready to move on now :-) )
As you approach Dalia's mansion, you are confronted by a lengthy flight of stairs fashioned of chiseled marble. Flanking you on either side are flowering plants of outstanding beauty, many of them extraplanar in origin. Darting between them, you can see tiny sprite gardeners ensuring that each petal is picturesque and resplendent. At the top of the stairs near the entrance to the mansion stands Caravas. As you approach, he greets you and motions you inside, leading you through several rooms decorated with different works of art, each themed after the worlds they were pulled from. Caravas escorts through a set of obsidian doors to a room furnished with fluffed couches and recliners, upon one of which rests Dalia herself She does not bother to even sit up, but gazes at you expectantly. After introducing you by name, Caravas takes a seat on a large purple chair next to Dalia while motioning for you to sit as well. Dalia herself is clad in a fine dress of an unknown material that seems to produce its own light. A necklace of rubies, sapphires and emeralds graces her, while numerous gold trappings adorn her figure. She has taken great care to not overburden herself however, wearing just enough jewelry to imply her status without discomfort; the sole exception being the cumbersome, ornate golden gauntlet on her left hand, its power unmistakable as you feel the air hum with energy.
"Welcome, I trust you have had some time to enjoy my island." Dalia says with a nod of greeting. She waits for you to all take seats, then, without being summoned, several servants come in, handing out refreshments and snacks per requests. They will leave to get whatever is requested by each person, then return with the item. Dalia relaxes back as the servants work, her eyes taking in the group of adventurers. Once the servants leave again she sips from a glass of wine herself.
"I must say the stories I have heard about you all are amazing." She moves her eyes over the group, landing them on Jown. "Did you truly slay a Wendigo? I would love to hear the story of that battle..." She includes the rest of the group in the request, as she looks them over.
Jaro will bow politely to her before taking a seat and requesting some water and a few simple snacks, "I'm afraid I missed that one myself. But I am curious to hear the real story as well."
((Hold up! Does this guy have Infinity Gauntlet?))
Jown was a bit winded after climbing the long stairs. He mumbles to himself, "I'm getting too old for this..."
Later as Dahlia looks him in the eye and asks him about the wendigo, he reclines in his cheer and says, "I did... well, I wasn't alone of course." He motions to Gilra and Raist and says, "They fought the Wendigo as well, along with many others." He then regales the new members of the party with the tale of the last adventure.
((Hold up! Does this guy have Infinity Gauntlet?))
Jown was a bit winded after climbing the long stairs. He mumbles to himself, "I'm getting too old for this..."
Later as Dahlia looks him in the eye and asks him about the wendigo, he reclines in his cheer and says, "I did... well, I wasn't alone of course." He motions to Gilra and Raist and says, "They fought the Wendigo as well, along with many others." He then regales the new members of the party with the tale of the last adventure.
Not sure what Infinity gauntlets are, so no. These gauntlets are ones that turn things to gold, and have other powers.
Dalia listens attentively to the story of the defeat of the Wendigo. She then asks the others of the company for stories of their adventures. She is quite interested and highly-intelligent, quick with witty remarks and with a good sense of humor. All in all she would come off as a well-put-together woman who wears her power quite well.
After a bit of this Caravas moves things along by clearing his throat, at which point Dalia adopts a serious expression, gives Caravas an imperious eyebrow, and explains her problem, her voice suddenly business-like and brusque.
"Very well then, I have not invited you here for pleasantries, so let's discuss the matter at hand. Beneath this mansion are the Arcane Vaults of Amun-Hakkor, from which I made my fortune and financed my investments. Within the vaults is more than treasure, for Amun-Hakkor sleeps in his golden Sarcophagus. Or so he did..."
"I have seen him. Some foolish Grifter--" Dalia grinds her teeth here as she speaks, t--hired by my enemies snuck into the vaults and opened the Sarcophagus, unleashing the bastard Pharaoh, who has been blasting his way through my security ever since. The vaults have dozens of layers of protection, but my Fortune Golems have thus far been unable to slow him down."
"I suspect this is due to them being formed from the power of the Grasp of the Pharaoh." Here she gives a meaningful look at her gauntlet. "Amun-Hakkor is the true master of the relic and as long as he lives, its power is muted considerably. When Amun-Hakkor gets out, he will be very cross with me to say the least. Fortunately, I've recently acquired a set of contractually-obligated bodyguards—that's you, by the way—and my best analysts have determined you will be a match for the Pharaoh Conqueror. If you need any more incentive, know that if Amun-Hakkor kills me and acquires the Grasp of the Pharaoh, you will have no chance of defeating him, and his reappearance will not be a healthy change for this world. Fortunately, Amun-Hakkor is currently in my vaults dismantling my security and no doubt helping himself to my treasures, and I am nothing if not proactive. The aforementioned Grifter also stole both my, and Caravas' keys to the Arcane Vaults. Both of these must be turned simultaneously to gain access to the vaults, and both are conveniently in the same place on my island. Within the House of Negotiable Affection in the city's red light district. You'll find two extremely unpleasant individuals, each with a key. Grobulax the Lascivious and Marcho of Mercy's Light are these two fools, and I cannot act against them directly as their residence contracts protect them. You must recover their keys as soon as possible. The details of your contract allows me to look the other way for a brief period of time so my security will not act against you within the House of Negotiable Affection, so do whatever it takes. Amun-Hakkor is likely destroying millions in assets in his rage, so the collateral damage you may cause is a trifling price by comparison."
I wonder who his Grifter is and what relationship she has/had with Dalia. Must have been a close one to get past her own personal defenses in order to get away with these actions. Raist muses to himself as he continues to listen in the meeting.
Merlin listens as well and adds "So any resistance we face, in terms of security, is from these individuals and not from your security setup? Is that correct? We will be immune to your security while you look the 'other way'. How long does that last?"
Perdan, strokes his hairy chin. "This... is not the type of treasure hunt I am use to but treasures I'll at least get to see..." he says mostly to himself. Looking up he says, "I agree with Jaro, knowledge is power and the more we know about these two grifter thieves you speak of, the better plan and outcome we can expect."
Dalia gives Karavas a nod. She then reclines back on ehr lounge again, seemingly content with everything as it worked out.
Karavas waves the group out and closes the door behind them, congtinuing on with them towardst he mansion's exit.
"One thing of note, you will need to wear masks to go to the red-light district." He informs you. On cue a servant walks up with a series of masks in his hand. "Please feel free to pick which ever suits you, then I will give you directions to get to the House of Negotiable Affection."
The masks are whatever you wish them to be, so be as descriptive and creative as you wish. They are magical-in-nature, so will make you appear as whatever creature you wish, including size. It is only an illusion though, so does not stand up to physical interaction. Pretty much it is a hat of disguise that only allows one illusion, the creature it is made to appear like. It does not require attunement.
Stalker frowns at the disguises, then takes a mask that appears to look like a elven female's face. Putting it on he is covered by the illusion of a scantily clad elven dancer. with a frown the elven female looks down at herself, then the mask is removed. "I don't think so." Stalker says, replacing it. He next pulls out one with the face of a minotaur. Placing it on and he seems to swell in size until he stands ten-feet tall, looking like a minotaur. The minotaur nods and seems pleased.
Jown looks over the masks and picks up one that seems to look like a human male. Putting it on, he transforms into someone of around the same size as him. The man is much younger and has long curly hair, a scraggly beard and a mustache.
Jown Sno disguises himself as Jon Snow.
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Good to skip.
Merlin will purchase Ecto Elixir and pour it into a flask for future use saying "This could come in handy in the right situation." (Ready to move on now :-) )
Lot's of stuff ...
Raist is ready for the meeting.
Im good with skipping forward.
As you approach Dalia's mansion, you are confronted by a lengthy flight of stairs fashioned of chiseled marble. Flanking you on either side are flowering plants of outstanding beauty, many of them extraplanar in origin. Darting between them, you can see tiny sprite gardeners ensuring that each petal is picturesque and resplendent. At the top of the stairs near the entrance to the mansion stands Caravas. As you approach, he greets you and motions you inside, leading you through several rooms decorated with different works of art, each themed after the worlds they were pulled from. Caravas escorts through a set of obsidian doors to a room furnished with fluffed couches and recliners, upon one of which rests Dalia herself She does not bother to even sit up, but gazes at you expectantly. After introducing you by name, Caravas takes a seat on a large purple chair next to Dalia while motioning for you to sit as well. Dalia herself is clad in a fine dress of an unknown material that seems to produce its own light. A necklace of rubies, sapphires and emeralds graces her, while numerous gold trappings adorn her figure. She has taken great care to not overburden herself however, wearing just enough jewelry to imply her status without discomfort; the sole exception being the cumbersome, ornate golden gauntlet on her left hand, its power unmistakable as you feel the air hum with energy.
"Welcome, I trust you have had some time to enjoy my island." Dalia says with a nod of greeting. She waits for you to all take seats, then, without being summoned, several servants come in, handing out refreshments and snacks per requests. They will leave to get whatever is requested by each person, then return with the item. Dalia relaxes back as the servants work, her eyes taking in the group of adventurers. Once the servants leave again she sips from a glass of wine herself.
"I must say the stories I have heard about you all are amazing." She moves her eyes over the group, landing them on Jown. "Did you truly slay a Wendigo? I would love to hear the story of that battle..." She includes the rest of the group in the request, as she looks them over.
Jaro will bow politely to her before taking a seat and requesting some water and a few simple snacks, "I'm afraid I missed that one myself. But I am curious to hear the real story as well."
Perdan sets himself calmly on a chair and gives a slow nod. "I, likewise, was not present for that event either."
((Hold up! Does this guy have Infinity Gauntlet?))
Jown was a bit winded after climbing the long stairs. He mumbles to himself, "I'm getting too old for this..."
Later as Dahlia looks him in the eye and asks him about the wendigo, he reclines in his cheer and says, "I did... well, I wasn't alone of course." He motions to Gilra and Raist and says, "They fought the Wendigo as well, along with many others." He then regales the new members of the party with the tale of the last adventure.
Not sure what Infinity gauntlets are, so no. These gauntlets are ones that turn things to gold, and have other powers.
Dalia listens attentively to the story of the defeat of the Wendigo. She then asks the others of the company for stories of their adventures. She is quite interested and highly-intelligent, quick with witty remarks and with a good sense of humor. All in all she would come off as a well-put-together woman who wears her power quite well.
After a bit of this Caravas moves things along by clearing his throat, at which point Dalia adopts a serious expression, gives Caravas an imperious eyebrow, and explains her problem, her voice suddenly business-like and brusque.
"Very well then, I have not invited you here for pleasantries, so let's discuss the matter at hand. Beneath this mansion are the Arcane Vaults of Amun-Hakkor, from which I made my fortune and financed my investments. Within the vaults is more than treasure, for Amun-Hakkor sleeps in his golden Sarcophagus. Or so he did..."
"I have seen him. Some foolish Grifter--" Dalia grinds her teeth here as she speaks, t--hired by my enemies snuck into the vaults and opened the Sarcophagus, unleashing the bastard Pharaoh, who has been blasting his way through my security ever since. The vaults have dozens of layers of protection, but my Fortune Golems have thus far been unable to slow him down."
"I suspect this is due to them being formed from the power of the Grasp of the Pharaoh." Here she gives a meaningful look at her gauntlet. "Amun-Hakkor is the true master of the relic and as long as he lives, its power is muted considerably. When Amun-Hakkor gets out, he will be very cross with me to say the least. Fortunately, I've recently acquired a set of contractually-obligated bodyguards—that's you, by the way—and my best analysts have determined you will be a match for the Pharaoh Conqueror. If you need any more incentive, know that if Amun-Hakkor kills me and acquires the Grasp of the Pharaoh, you will have no chance of defeating him, and his reappearance will not be a healthy change for this world. Fortunately, Amun-Hakkor is currently in my vaults dismantling my security and no doubt helping himself to my treasures, and I am nothing if not proactive. The aforementioned Grifter also stole both my, and Caravas' keys to the Arcane Vaults. Both of these must be turned simultaneously to gain access to the vaults, and both are conveniently in the same place on my island. Within the House of Negotiable Affection in the city's red light district. You'll find two extremely unpleasant individuals, each with a key. Grobulax the Lascivious and Marcho of Mercy's Light are these two fools, and I cannot act against them directly as their residence contracts protect them. You must recover their keys as soon as possible. The details of your contract allows me to look the other way for a brief period of time so my security will not act against you within the House of Negotiable Affection, so do whatever it takes. Amun-Hakkor is likely destroying millions in assets in his rage, so the collateral damage you may cause is a trifling price by comparison."
Jaro will listen carefully, "I dislike going into a situation blind, what can you tell us of our current targets?"
I wonder who his Grifter is and what relationship she has/had with Dalia. Must have been a close one to get past her own personal defenses in order to get away with these actions. Raist muses to himself as he continues to listen in the meeting.
Merlin listens as well and adds "So any resistance we face, in terms of security, is from these individuals and not from your security setup? Is that correct? We will be immune to your security while you look the 'other way'. How long does that last?"
Lot's of stuff ...
Perdan, strokes his hairy chin. "This... is not the type of treasure hunt I am use to but treasures I'll at least get to see..." he says mostly to himself. Looking up he says, "I agree with Jaro, knowledge is power and the more we know about these two grifter thieves you speak of, the better plan and outcome we can expect."
"They are a celestial and a fiend who are an endless public nuisance that i regret having ever let onto the island." Dalia says with a shrug.
Jaro shrugs, "Well, I guess we'll have to find the rest ourselves, shall we get going? Oh, how do we get there?"
"All of this sounds intriguing, I am in." Raist says.
Dalia gives Karavas a nod. She then reclines back on ehr lounge again, seemingly content with everything as it worked out.
Karavas waves the group out and closes the door behind them, congtinuing on with them towardst he mansion's exit.
"One thing of note, you will need to wear masks to go to the red-light district." He informs you. On cue a servant walks up with a series of masks in his hand. "Please feel free to pick which ever suits you, then I will give you directions to get to the House of Negotiable Affection."
The masks are whatever you wish them to be, so be as descriptive and creative as you wish. They are magical-in-nature, so will make you appear as whatever creature you wish, including size. It is only an illusion though, so does not stand up to physical interaction. Pretty much it is a hat of disguise that only allows one illusion, the creature it is made to appear like. It does not require attunement.
Stalker frowns at the disguises, then takes a mask that appears to look like a elven female's face. Putting it on he is covered by the illusion of a scantily clad elven dancer. with a frown the elven female looks down at herself, then the mask is removed. "I don't think so." Stalker says, replacing it. He next pulls out one with the face of a minotaur. Placing it on and he seems to swell in size until he stands ten-feet tall, looking like a minotaur. The minotaur nods and seems pleased.
Jown looks over the masks and picks up one that seems to look like a human male. Putting it on, he transforms into someone of around the same size as him. The man is much younger and has long curly hair, a scraggly beard and a mustache.
Jown Sno disguises himself as Jon Snow.