Randrak reluctantly relents, "Okay, we will help out these villagers. Although, as I understand it, we would not have been alone.
Anyway, given the free time, I want to make a trip to the markets to see if I can find any bagh nakh. If not maybe there would be another item or two that will provide me with some assistance in the fights a head."
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
The High Lord turns at your words Mercwri and motions to the guards. You hear the sound of swords being drawn and axes being levelled all around the room. “I have ignored the disrespect and foolish blather for the sake of brevity.” He intones, “However, I will now point out to you all that you stand in the presence of the ruler of this city and perhaps the entire Dwarven nation. I am not a merchant to be haggled with or a minor lord with whom you might debate the price of a goat. I am the High Lord of Duragath and I will have your fealty and respect.” He points to Kriell.
”The ambassador was being polite. We will have the collar for study while you are gone, the same collar you showed to her yesterday afternoon. You will hand it over now for study or you will hand yourselves over to the royal guard and sit out this war in my dungeon. No more games.”
"I should have known that you would get us in trouble," Randrak mutters under his breath. Then speaking more loudly, " I'm sure that this is just a misunderstanding. One of us has the collar surely? Though I don't remember showing it to the ambassador. We didn't leave it on the ship did we?"
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
((the collar was around a dragons neck, i assume its huge))
"Ya mean this collar..." grunting with all his might Uldran shoves the collar along the floor where it has been laying and moves it a little closer to the king. "Ya might want to put those swords away so you can lift with both arms...I've no desire to lug this thing around."
OOC: figured you were all rolling along like a hoola hoop. Ok ok perhaps I should have given you the smaller one in hind sight lol. *scibbles on campaign notes for future reference lol. “Dragon necks are big...”
Several of the guards move in and shift the collar to the central table where it suddenly becomes the point of discussion for most of those present. With a nod from Kriell you are all escorted form the hall and out toward the main entrance. One of the guards point out another smaller entrance on the southern end of the huge building where you will find the guest halls should you wish to seek out and question the villagers. Otherwise the day is yours...
OOC: I thought it was a leather collar, like a dogs one but just bigger. Like you could just roll it up and sticking it in a bag. I'm sure most of us have a backpack. Though it would probably be five times the length of our height.
Seeing that the attention has moved to the collar, Randrak moves his attention to the rest of the group.
"I think, as a group, we are going to help out the villagers, yes," he replies. "And you never know how you might be able to help. You look to be good with your hands, and every head will count."
Freak looks very distressed. "We have to leave. They are here, masked ones without masks, but they wear the white star. I don't want to go back to the cage!"
"The ones who tortured me wore masks and white star amulets. They named me Freak and made me forget my own name. Two of those with the lord wore them, too. Amulets, not masks.". Freak is pacing impatiently.
Looking at Freak and stepping to block the view of those he indicated so that Freak feels a little more concealed Uldran quietly says "Let us leave this place and discuss elsewhere. I too am getting a bad vibe from this room and its occupants." Uldran then starts to gently herd everyone toward the exit, trying not to draw any more attention.
OOC: figured you were all rolling along like a hoola hoop. Ok ok perhaps I should have given you the smaller one in hind sight lol. *scibbles on campaign notes for future reference lol. “Dragon necks are big...”
Several of the guards move in and shift the collar to the central table where it suddenly becomes the point of discussion for most of those present. With a nod from Kriell you are all escorted form the hall and out toward the main entrance. One of the guards point out another smaller entrance on the southern end of the huge building where you will find the guest halls should you wish to seek out and question the villagers. Otherwise the day is yours...
Mercwri will oblige Ultran and head for the exits. He thinks on Freaks comment about a 'White Star' trying to recall if he's ever heard of the like before.
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Hearing Freaks tale, Randrak could not help but feel sympathy for the man, or was it pity, he wasn't sure. So as they start to leave, Randrak decides to keep an eye out for anything that would appear suspicious.
(Perception: 15)
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Alanis follows without absentmindedly, wondering about that ‚white star‘. Probably not a secret society if they were that symbol so openly. Maybe an established organization?
Randrak reluctantly relents, "Okay, we will help out these villagers. Although, as I understand it, we would not have been alone.
Anyway, given the free time, I want to make a trip to the markets to see if I can find any bagh nakh. If not maybe there would be another item or two that will provide me with some assistance in the fights a head."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
The High Lord turns at your words Mercwri and motions to the guards. You hear the sound of swords being drawn and axes being levelled all around the room. “I have ignored the disrespect and foolish blather for the sake of brevity.” He intones, “However, I will now point out to you all that you stand in the presence of the ruler of this city and perhaps the entire Dwarven nation. I am not a merchant to be haggled with or a minor lord with whom you might debate the price of a goat. I am the High Lord of Duragath and I will have your fealty and respect.” He points to Kriell.
”The ambassador was being polite. We will have the collar for study while you are gone, the same collar you showed to her yesterday afternoon. You will hand it over now for study or you will hand yourselves over to the royal guard and sit out this war in my dungeon. No more games.”
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
"I should have known that you would get us in trouble," Randrak mutters under his breath. Then speaking more loudly, " I'm sure that this is just a misunderstanding. One of us has the collar surely? Though I don't remember showing it to the ambassador. We didn't leave it on the ship did we?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Freak whispers: "They are here. Let's go."
Seeing weapons being drawn, he tenses and reaches for his greateaxe.
Hitticus stays Freak's hand. "It's alright, stay calm"
((the collar was around a dragons neck, i assume its huge))
"Ya mean this collar..." grunting with all his might Uldran shoves the collar along the floor where it has been laying and moves it a little closer to the king. "Ya might want to put those swords away so you can lift with both arms...I've no desire to lug this thing around."
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
OOC: figured you were all rolling along like a hoola hoop. Ok ok perhaps I should have given you the smaller one in hind sight lol. *scibbles on campaign notes for future reference lol. “Dragon necks are big...”
Several of the guards move in and shift the collar to the central table where it suddenly becomes the point of discussion for most of those present. With a nod from Kriell you are all escorted form the hall and out toward the main entrance. One of the guards point out another smaller entrance on the southern end of the huge building where you will find the guest halls should you wish to seek out and question the villagers. Otherwise the day is yours...
What will you all do?
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Alanis sighs in relief. That... could have gone much worse. She turns to her recent acquaintances and smiles.
“So, you are going to help the refugees? I’m glad.“
She ponders what she should do now. Probably inform Madame. But before that...
“Most likely I wouldn’t be much of a help, but if there should be anything where I could be of assistance, just let me know.“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
OOC: I thought it was a leather collar, like a dogs one but just bigger. Like you could just roll it up and sticking it in a bag. I'm sure most of us have a backpack. Though it would probably be five times the length of our height.
Seeing that the attention has moved to the collar, Randrak moves his attention to the rest of the group.
"I think, as a group, we are going to help out the villagers, yes," he replies. "And you never know how you might be able to help. You look to be good with your hands, and every head will count."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
"Besides, I want to see those gadgets of yours in action " Hitticus says off handedly
Freak looks very distressed. "We have to leave. They are here, masked ones without masks, but they wear the white star. I don't want to go back to the cage!"
Randrak turns to Freak, "Who is here? Who are these masked ones without masks that you are talking about? What white star?"
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Alanis looks around in confusion, trying to determine who or what has Freak so agitated.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"The ones who tortured me wore masks and white star amulets. They named me Freak and made me forget my own name. Two of those with the lord wore them, too. Amulets, not masks.". Freak is pacing impatiently.
(Is that white star a symbol we could identify? Since they apparently present it quite openly.)
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Looking at Freak and stepping to block the view of those he indicated so that Freak feels a little more concealed Uldran quietly says "Let us leave this place and discuss elsewhere. I too am getting a bad vibe from this room and its occupants." Uldran then starts to gently herd everyone toward the exit, trying not to draw any more attention.
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
(I think we are already outta there 😄)
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Mercwri will oblige Ultran and head for the exits. He thinks on Freaks comment about a 'White Star' trying to recall if he's ever heard of the like before.
History 17
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Hearing Freaks tale, Randrak could not help but feel sympathy for the man, or was it pity, he wasn't sure. So as they start to leave, Randrak decides to keep an eye out for anything that would appear suspicious.
(Perception: 15)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Alanis follows without absentmindedly, wondering about that ‚white star‘. Probably not a secret society if they were that symbol so openly. Maybe an established organization?
History: 8
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)