You can recall the story easily enough. Centuries ago, when the Empire was still expanding into this region, a cloud giant rose to prominence in the Ashkeeper Peaks. He was a giant even among his own people, standing head and shoulders above even the tallest of their number. He became known as King Ralaf the Titanic, or the Merciless Titan to his enemies.
His armies raged down out of the mountains and began to sack the settlements in the Marrow Valley. When it seemed like all was lost, a young imperial officer reached out to the orc tribes in the area, and a shaky alliance was formed. Together, the Righteous Brand and the Odakar Orcs pushed back the giants to the mountains, finally defeating the titan by ambushing his army in a mountain pass known forever more as the Titan’s Grave.
The two armies then went on to found the city of Bladegarden, cementing decades of friendship between their peoples. The Orcs who didn’t care to align with others were pushed east into the mountains or into Xhorhas.
Mobile- Within a few hours, the road brings you once again to the gates of Bladegarden. Intara reigns in and turns to face you, shaking her greying hair out of her face. “This is where I stop. Will you be stopping at the city or continuing south immediately?”
Mobile- Within a few hours, the road brings you once again to the gates of Bladegarden. Intara reigns in and turns to face you, shaking her greying hair out of her face. “This is where I stop. Will you be stopping at the city or continuing south immediately?”
" Thats up to the Boss.", she said pointing at Sinsil.
You turn and trot towards the city, and before long you’re passing through the gates into the crowded, winding streets. Intara leads you to a somewhat plain stone building, with narrow windows set high up and a bronze plaque above the door. Three eyes denote the symbol of Ioun, the knowing mother.
Intara clambers down and stretches, groaning. “My contact is part of this organisation- the Cobalt Reserve. If anyone knows about this cult, it’s them. I can give you an introduction, if you want- but if you have other business you want to conduct, i have things to do before I head home.”
Mobile (I think Tristan wanted to go and speak to the guard captain too. )
Sinsil begins making her way through the crowded streets, using her natural size and speed to slip around any inconvenient obstacles. The mood in the city seems oddly tense. People are hurrying about their business with none of the jolly good humour you remember from even a few nights ago. As you arrive at a larger street near Lysano’s tower, a crier on a street corner is haranguing a small knot of listeners.
“FIGHTING IN ZADASH! ATTACK ON THE MARBLE TOMES CONSERVATORY! KRYN AGGRESSORS ACTING IN THE EMPIRE! KING DWENDAL IS MEETING WITH HIS TRUSTED ADVISORS TO RESPOND TO THIS COWARDLY ATTACK!”
Across the way, you can see a male figure arguing with the armoured guards stationed outside the tower. The guards don’t seem impressed.
Alkyn spins round at the sound of the new voice, hoping that they may be more amenable than the guards. Guards. Always hate dealing with them, and I haven't done anything in this damned city yet. A look of frustration and anger is replaced by the glimmer of hope.
He takes a moment to size up the newcomer (( Perception: 21, passive 16 )), while he lets out a theatric sigh.
"I was just explaining to this fine gentleman of the watch that I have business with the wizard Mikuel, but he would not let me pass."
He considers for a moment, cocking his head to one side, "Is he an acquaintance of your perhaps? I merely wish to speak with him."
Alkyn appears a little travel-worn, and to the perceptive observer it seems he is still finding his feet again after spending some time in the saddle. Through the grime of travel, a perceptive viewer might also note an elvish cast to his features, but much is hidden by the long dark hair and stubble on his cheeks. He has a light pack, and wears two shortswords at his side. Judging by the folds of his clothing that same perceptive person might guess that they are not the only weapons.
He is of average height and his age is hard to guess, but he is perhaps in hist late 20's.
Mobile- some minor confusion there. Tristan is looking for the town guards, to collect on the bounty. Alkyn is arguing with the private guards hired by the Cerberus Assembly outside of the Wizard’s tower, which means that Sinsil can certainly hear. If Tristan accompanied Sinsil to the tower before continuing, then he can hear too.
Mobile~ Sinsil plies her noble background and with an air of authority stands between the guards. "I have business with this one and the wizard Lysano. Step aside." She gestures to Alkyn and then toward Lysano's current residence.
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Alkyn and Sinsil
The guards appear taken aback by your sudden appearance. The older one turns to you and says regretfully; "I apologise my lady, but no one is to enter the tower without express permission from my master. What with the attack last night, security has to be ti-" You hear him make a few incoherent noises. "Yes but..." More noises. "Sigh- fine. You have permission to enter. Please leave all weapons with my colleague."
The other guard is going to pat you down for weapons. If you want to try to sneak something in, you can make a sleight of hand check against his investigation check; otherwise it is assumed you will be unarmed.
Investigation 15
Once again the door opens wide, and the beaming, hideous face of Bloodfang smiles up at you. "Please follow me, the master will see you directly!"He leads you up the spiral stairs and into the room at the top, which today appears to be a splendid greenhouse, filled with specimens of exotic plant life. A magnificent crystal dome stretches overhead, warming the air and oddly distorting the clouds floating overhead. Lysano is a handsome olive-skinned man of middle years, his long hair fluttering as if in a breeze. He is carefully pruning a shrub with glossy dark green leaves, dropping the leaves one by one into a silk pouch.
"Welcome back, Miss Fwoks. And you brought another of your companions! Does this mean that your transport difficulties are a thing of the past?"
Tristan
You find it easy enough to push through the streets, before shouldering open the door of the Crown's Guard barracks. The remaining guards seem exhausted and nervous, watching you suspiciously. However, Captain Stane greets you warmly enough, a worn smile on her broad face. "Glad to see you again. I guess that means you had some success with our scaly problem. How many of the monsters did you get?"
Six and Ashanti
Intara knocks on the polished walnut door, and speaks quietly to a dark-robed acolyte on the other side. The three of you are ushered through the halls of the building, which seems much larger than you previous impressions would have you believe. More robed acolytes walk sedately past you, speaking to each other in hushed voices. It reminds you of the quiet inside a library.
You are shown into what appears to be a reading room, with rows of desks and chairs, brightly lit by lamps and the high windows above. A dark-skinned human man with a bald head and silver beard sits at the end of a row, diligently copying an ancient scroll with fresh dark ink. He crinkles his eyes in a surprised smile, and rises to greet his guests. "Intara! It has been too long, my friend. Has the farm been keeping you so busy? Forgive me, I have not introduced myself. I am Umbero. How might I make your acquaintance?"
"I would like to know the same," Six says distractedly, watching whatever Tristan is fiddling with curiously.
No Longer ActiveSinsil history on Titans' Grave
History: 20
You can recall the story easily enough. Centuries ago, when the Empire was still expanding into this region, a cloud giant rose to prominence in the Ashkeeper Peaks. He was a giant even among his own people, standing head and shoulders above even the tallest of their number. He became known as King Ralaf the Titanic, or the Merciless Titan to his enemies.
His armies raged down out of the mountains and began to sack the settlements in the Marrow Valley. When it seemed like all was lost, a young imperial officer reached out to the orc tribes in the area, and a shaky alliance was formed. Together, the Righteous Brand and the Odakar Orcs pushed back the giants to the mountains, finally defeating the titan by ambushing his army in a mountain pass known forever more as the Titan’s Grave.
The two armies then went on to found the city of Bladegarden, cementing decades of friendship between their peoples. The Orcs who didn’t care to align with others were pushed east into the mountains or into Xhorhas.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Sinsil tells the story with an air of superiority.
Mobile- Within a few hours, the road brings you once again to the gates of Bladegarden. Intara reigns in and turns to face you, shaking her greying hair out of her face. “This is where I stop. Will you be stopping at the city or continuing south immediately?”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
" Thats up to the Boss.", she said pointing at Sinsil.
"I would check in to ensure the mage is still missing, and then inform Lysano that we leave immediately for Titans' Grave"
You turn and trot towards the city, and before long you’re passing through the gates into the crowded, winding streets. Intara leads you to a somewhat plain stone building, with narrow windows set high up and a bronze plaque above the door. Three eyes denote the symbol of Ioun, the knowing mother.
Intara clambers down and stretches, groaning. “My contact is part of this organisation- the Cobalt Reserve. If anyone knows about this cult, it’s them. I can give you an introduction, if you want- but if you have other business you want to conduct, i have things to do before I head home.”
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti nodded, " Sure, always happy to meet new folks."
*Sinsil is off to meet the wizard, the wonderful wizard of... Bladegarden. Whoever wants to come along can.*
Mobile (I think Tristan wanted to go and speak to the guard captain too. )
Sinsil begins making her way through the crowded streets, using her natural size and speed to slip around any inconvenient obstacles. The mood in the city seems oddly tense. People are hurrying about their business with none of the jolly good humour you remember from even a few nights ago. As you arrive at a larger street near Lysano’s tower, a crier on a street corner is haranguing a small knot of listeners.
“FIGHTING IN ZADASH! ATTACK ON THE MARBLE TOMES CONSERVATORY! KRYN AGGRESSORS ACTING IN THE EMPIRE! KING DWENDAL IS MEETING WITH HIS TRUSTED ADVISORS TO RESPOND TO THIS COWARDLY ATTACK!”
Across the way, you can see a male figure arguing with the armoured guards stationed outside the tower. The guards don’t seem impressed.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
(Mobile~)
Six stays with Ashanti, curious about Intara's contacts.
No Longer ActiveMobile~ Sinsil thinks to herself. "I hope the books survived." As she hears the announcement, but continues to find the wizard.
(he certainly did)
Tristan saunters over to the guards "I hope this man aint causing you any trouble?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Alkyn spins round at the sound of the new voice, hoping that they may be more amenable than the guards. Guards. Always hate dealing with them, and I haven't done anything in this damned city yet. A look of frustration and anger is replaced by the glimmer of hope.
He takes a moment to size up the newcomer (( Perception: 21, passive 16 )), while he lets out a theatric sigh.
"I was just explaining to this fine gentleman of the watch that I have business with the wizard Mikuel, but he would not let me pass."
He considers for a moment, cocking his head to one side, "Is he an acquaintance of your perhaps? I merely wish to speak with him."
Alkyn appears a little travel-worn, and to the perceptive observer it seems he is still finding his feet again after spending some time in the saddle. Through the grime of travel, a perceptive viewer might also note an elvish cast to his features, but much is hidden by the long dark hair and stubble on his cheeks. He has a light pack, and wears two shortswords at his side. Judging by the folds of his clothing that same perceptive person might guess that they are not the only weapons.
He is of average height and his age is hard to guess, but he is perhaps in hist late 20's.
(is Sinsil still in earshot?)
Mobile- some minor confusion there. Tristan is looking for the town guards, to collect on the bounty. Alkyn is arguing with the private guards hired by the Cerberus Assembly outside of the Wizard’s tower, which means that Sinsil can certainly hear. If Tristan accompanied Sinsil to the tower before continuing, then he can hear too.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Mobile~ Sinsil plies her noble background and with an air of authority stands between the guards. "I have business with this one and the wizard Lysano. Step aside." She gestures to Alkyn and then toward Lysano's current residence.
((lol))
Alkyn bows slightly, "My lady".
He steps back to allow Sinsil to lead, then follows at a respectful distance.
Alkyn and Sinsil
The guards appear taken aback by your sudden appearance. The older one turns to you and says regretfully; "I apologise my lady, but no one is to enter the tower without express permission from my master. What with the attack last night, security has to be ti-" You hear him make a few incoherent noises. "Yes but..." More noises. "Sigh- fine. You have permission to enter. Please leave all weapons with my colleague."
The other guard is going to pat you down for weapons. If you want to try to sneak something in, you can make a sleight of hand check against his investigation check; otherwise it is assumed you will be unarmed.
Investigation 15
Once again the door opens wide, and the beaming, hideous face of Bloodfang smiles up at you. "Please follow me, the master will see you directly!" He leads you up the spiral stairs and into the room at the top, which today appears to be a splendid greenhouse, filled with specimens of exotic plant life. A magnificent crystal dome stretches overhead, warming the air and oddly distorting the clouds floating overhead. Lysano is a handsome olive-skinned man of middle years, his long hair fluttering as if in a breeze. He is carefully pruning a shrub with glossy dark green leaves, dropping the leaves one by one into a silk pouch.
"Welcome back, Miss Fwoks. And you brought another of your companions! Does this mean that your transport difficulties are a thing of the past?"
Tristan
You find it easy enough to push through the streets, before shouldering open the door of the Crown's Guard barracks. The remaining guards seem exhausted and nervous, watching you suspiciously. However, Captain Stane greets you warmly enough, a worn smile on her broad face. "Glad to see you again. I guess that means you had some success with our scaly problem. How many of the monsters did you get?"
Six and Ashanti
Intara knocks on the polished walnut door, and speaks quietly to a dark-robed acolyte on the other side. The three of you are ushered through the halls of the building, which seems much larger than you previous impressions would have you believe. More robed acolytes walk sedately past you, speaking to each other in hushed voices. It reminds you of the quiet inside a library.
You are shown into what appears to be a reading room, with rows of desks and chairs, brightly lit by lamps and the high windows above. A dark-skinned human man with a bald head and silver beard sits at the end of a row, diligently copying an ancient scroll with fresh dark ink. He crinkles his eyes in a surprised smile, and rises to greet his guests. "Intara! It has been too long, my friend. Has the farm been keeping you so busy? Forgive me, I have not introduced myself. I am Umbero. How might I make your acquaintance?"
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.