Hitticus nods "It was. I tend to keep my eyes open for magic in any market. Even dwarves like to weave magic into a hammer or sword." He takes a sip of his drink. "If you're more comfortable discussing these things in private we can wait till sleeping hours."
Alanis gives that proposition a thought before answering:
“I‘m very curious to know what kind of magic you weave, but I am not quite as fearless regarding the repercussions as you are. I really don’t want to get myself - and in lieu Madam Silriya and the guild - in trouble. So yes, later seems sensible.“
She smiles a little bashful.
„But tell me, Master Hitticus, after going through this ordeal, what are you going to do? What do you think is going to happen now?“
"I suspect that the ones who destroyed the other city will make their way here in stolen vessels and attempt to desolate this city all the same. I would hope my traveling companions did their part in warning the leaders and I also hope the leaders take it to heart. But I also plan to leave the city if they don't believe it's and don't take necessary precautions."
Alanis nods her understanding. She wonders what the madam will want to do once the attack has been validated. Return to Eranon and hope the settlement will not be the target of attacks? Stay here and avoid traveling? ‚And what do I want to do?‘ Alanis surprisingly isn’t really certain.
“They can’t be that ignorant, can they? Certainly there must be a breakdown in regular communication or something, some inclination that all is not well.“
"Well, let's head to the Grumpy Goblin, or whatever," Mercwri says in a slightly frustrated and tired voice. "With all the excitement we have caused one could be forgiven in thinking we have been discussing chickens refusing to lay on schedule. By the hairs on a Githyanki's gonads, I WANNA DRINK! And a quiet spot to finger out our alternatives; can't say as I like the idea of being 'volunteered' to defend the realm. Now I might be interested in a bounty on goblins, drow and the chief evil high mucky-muck behind all this madness; that sort of endeavor is right up my alley."
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
You all reach the Inn and hand over the Lords Writ to the bar keeper. You see Hitticus here talking in hushed tones to a young gnome female. You all take seats and order ale and food as the afternoon draws into evening.
You do notice that there is a strange mood in this place and many groups much like yourselves are gathered around the place in hushed conversation.
OOC: Post up if you want to do anything etc through the evening and if not I'll cut to morning.
"With all the excitement we have caused one could be forgiven in thinking we have been discussing chickens refusing to lay on schedule.
"Aye, was thinkin the same Mercwri. Classic case of 'it's not our problem yet' going on here. I am no soldier and there are surely others in more need than these folk. If we are to stay together and fight this we need to find the source not its farthest reaching arm."
Looking around the room and noticing the weird vibe- "I don't like this. Something going on here that is bigger than we know." You all notice that Uldran seems fairly uncomfortable. Restless, and a little agitated.
Looking around the room and noticing the weird vibe- "I don't like this. Something going on here that is bigger than we know." You all notice that Uldran seems fairly uncomfortable. Restless, and a little agitated.
At Uldran's words, Freak looks around the room, at the faces around him. "They are worried their city is next. I hope they are prepared."
As you all sit Hitticus introduces you all to his new friend, and Alanis in turn greets you all. It seems that Hitticus has been regaling her with your adventures and she at least seems taken back by the enormity of it all. The Inn Keeper, a portly Dwarf with a grey beard keeps you well watered and fed throughout the evening and the hours pass comfortably enough as the evening draws to a close.
As the others begin to drift off Hitticus and Alanis make their excuses and Master Stobard sees you to a quite room where you may talk. You spend several hours discussing your various approaches to the Arcane and depending to what extent you wish to share you both leave with a deeper understanding of an art of which you have only known one facet before this night.
Hitticus you eventually make your way to your room and Alanis you return to your Senior to report all that you have learned this day.
OOC: feel free to post in retrospect and fill in the gaps. Otherwise I'll keep things moving along.
It is early the next morning when you are all awoken by the heavy boot fall of soldiers and sharp wrap of armoured fists on your doors. "All awake!" a voice roars without, "By order of the High Shield we are to escort to the great hall. All awake!!"
Alanis you hear the commotion from within your room, though your door has not been knocked.
"Oh go stuff yer head in a dirty sock ye blasted foghorn!" Mercwri is not happy to be so rudely drag into the day. "Ye've the manners of a starving pig." He looks around to see who is in the room. Snarling under his breath he stomps to the door and flings it open. "Are ye gonna eat m' break fast, too? I like gopher guts and snail intestines and until I've et I ain't worth anything t' no body, particularly t' them's that ain't got no manners." He scowls at whoever is being so rude.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Even under normal circumstances no self-respecting curious gnome would choose to ignore strange happenings only but a door away. And in the current this has very probably to do with the attack.
So of course Alanis goes to open the door a bit to peek out, probably with her senior peering out right behind her.
Hitticus hears the commotion, rolls to give Ama a knowing look and then appear in the room and walk out. He looks over at Alanis room and winks before awaiting escort.
Mercwri you open the door to find not one but at least ten "rude Dwarves" filed into the corridor waking up your companions. A worried looking Inn Keeper stands down at the far end of the hall wringing his hands and peering over apologetically. The soldiers are different from any you have seen so far. Their armour is finer and on their helms they bare the symbol of a flaming crown. Randrak you would recognise this as the emblem of the Royal Legion. The troops under the direct control of the High Lord of Duragath. Though the High Lord is not in fact a king, his position is the only hereditary one on the High Council and he is in fact descended from the last Dwarven King before the abolition of the Royal line. It occurs to you that he is now perhaps the last member of the High Council left alive.
"Your breakfast master gnome will be provided at the Shield Hall. Leave what you will in your rooms and come with us now. The High Shield is waiting." one of them growls toward you Mercwri.
Seeing that your door is open Alanis one of the soldiers turns to you presuming you to be a member of the party, "Come on, out you get short stuff. We need to be back at the docks before the next bell."
Alanis eyes widen at the mix-up, but she thinks quick on her feet.
„R-right away. I‘ll... I‘ll just get changed real quick.“
She closes the door at starts throwing on her attire and armor while telling her senior.
„I know it’s insane, Madame, but I think this is our only chance to get some first-hand information. If I get caught up in something, I‘ll try to send you a message somehow.“
She then ropes her senior into throwing all of her belongings into her bag at great speed before stepping out of the room again.
You are all escorted out onto the street in short order, and you emerge to find that matters have changed somewhat during the night. There is now a visible military presence on the streets. The citizens are keeping their heads down and moving quickly about their business. You pass several conscription booths with groups of young Dwarves gathered round to listen to the rousing speeches of recruitment officers.
Off to the north you notice that the Firehook has departed and in its place two smaller Stoneships have drawn in to dock. The two ships are swarming with soldiers and it would seem Blackfire had been right once more, about the loss of her ship should she remain. Arriving at the Shield Hall you are ushered in through the main gates where most of your escort remain. You follow three of the remaining soldiers past the hall where you met with Kriell the day before and straight ahead into a much large area.
The room is already occupied with some sort of council in session. "Ah here they are!" announces an imposing figure who stands at the head of the group. The soldiers escorting you salute and move aside and the Dwarf who spoke steps forward.
"Kriell there are six of them, you mentioned only four." he calls back to the crowd and you see Kriell standing there amongst the other Dwarves.
"The gnome female and the beardless one are new to me." she confirms while giving you Randrak a questioning look.
"I am the High Shield Eldron Ironhand, descendent of the great Stovar Ironhand and if your account is to be believed the last remaining High Lord of the Stonebound nation."
"That is yet to be confirmed my Lord." Kriell interrupts and his eyes flash with irritation.
OOC: I'll give you all chance to pitch in before carrying on with the scene. If you want any insight into the politics here you'll need a history check.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(History check: 3 for insigt into the politics.)
Randrak steps forwards with open arms in an attempt to calm the situation a little.
"I can explain, your High Lord, you see my comrade here, the so-called 'beardless one', had decided to take it upon himself to go venturing into your markets before making his way to the Gelded Goblin. It during this short excursion by himself that he met the goblin, whom I did not meet until last night, myself. However, both of which have clearly decided to present themselves here today.
Though I do believe that you are indeed the last High Lord of the Stonebound nation."
(Persuasion check: 1)
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Hitticus nods "It was. I tend to keep my eyes open for magic in any market. Even dwarves like to weave magic into a hammer or sword." He takes a sip of his drink. "If you're more comfortable discussing these things in private we can wait till sleeping hours."
Alanis gives that proposition a thought before answering:
“I‘m very curious to know what kind of magic you weave, but I am not quite as fearless regarding the repercussions as you are. I really don’t want to get myself - and in lieu Madam Silriya and the guild - in trouble. So yes, later seems sensible.“
She smiles a little bashful.
„But tell me, Master Hitticus, after going through this ordeal, what are you going to do? What do you think is going to happen now?“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"I suspect that the ones who destroyed the other city will make their way here in stolen vessels and attempt to desolate this city all the same. I would hope my traveling companions did their part in warning the leaders and I also hope the leaders take it to heart. But I also plan to leave the city if they don't believe it's and don't take necessary precautions."
Alanis nods her understanding. She wonders what the madam will want to do once the attack has been validated. Return to Eranon and hope the settlement will not be the target of attacks? Stay here and avoid traveling? ‚And what do I want to do?‘ Alanis surprisingly isn’t really certain.
“They can’t be that ignorant, can they? Certainly there must be a breakdown in regular communication or something, some inclination that all is not well.“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"Well, let's head to the Grumpy Goblin, or whatever," Mercwri says in a slightly frustrated and tired voice. "With all the excitement we have caused one could be forgiven in thinking we have been discussing chickens refusing to lay on schedule. By the hairs on a Githyanki's gonads, I WANNA DRINK! And a quiet spot to finger out our alternatives; can't say as I like the idea of being 'volunteered' to defend the realm. Now I might be interested in a bounty on goblins, drow and the chief evil high mucky-muck behind all this madness; that sort of endeavor is right up my alley."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The Gelded Goblin
You all reach the Inn and hand over the Lords Writ to the bar keeper. You see Hitticus here talking in hushed tones to a young gnome female. You all take seats and order ale and food as the afternoon draws into evening.
You do notice that there is a strange mood in this place and many groups much like yourselves are gathered around the place in hushed conversation.
OOC: Post up if you want to do anything etc through the evening and if not I'll cut to morning.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Hitticus would like to find time with Alanis to 1 introduce her and 2 talk in private about their respective talents.
In top of that Alanis would like to relay the information about the destruction of the capitol to her senior when thy meet each other in their room.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"Aye, was thinkin the same Mercwri. Classic case of 'it's not our problem yet' going on here. I am no soldier and there are surely others in more need than these folk. If we are to stay together and fight this we need to find the source not its farthest reaching arm."
Looking around the room and noticing the weird vibe- "I don't like this. Something going on here that is bigger than we know." You all notice that Uldran seems fairly uncomfortable. Restless, and a little agitated.
Uldran Sporebringer | Lvl 2 Dwarf Druid | Stonebound
Allorian Silverfin | Lvl 1 Rogue | Gillesburg
Freak gets his fill of food and drink, wondering whether life is this easy for everyone, or he just happens to be in good company.
At Uldran's words, Freak looks around the room, at the faces around him. "They are worried their city is next. I hope they are prepared."
As you all sit Hitticus introduces you all to his new friend, and Alanis in turn greets you all. It seems that Hitticus has been regaling her with your adventures and she at least seems taken back by the enormity of it all. The Inn Keeper, a portly Dwarf with a grey beard keeps you well watered and fed throughout the evening and the hours pass comfortably enough as the evening draws to a close.
As the others begin to drift off Hitticus and Alanis make their excuses and Master Stobard sees you to a quite room where you may talk. You spend several hours discussing your various approaches to the Arcane and depending to what extent you wish to share you both leave with a deeper understanding of an art of which you have only known one facet before this night.
Hitticus you eventually make your way to your room and Alanis you return to your Senior to report all that you have learned this day.
OOC: feel free to post in retrospect and fill in the gaps. Otherwise I'll keep things moving along.
It is early the next morning when you are all awoken by the heavy boot fall of soldiers and sharp wrap of armoured fists on your doors. "All awake!" a voice roars without, "By order of the High Shield we are to escort to the great hall. All awake!!"
Alanis you hear the commotion from within your room, though your door has not been knocked.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
"Oh go stuff yer head in a dirty sock ye blasted foghorn!" Mercwri is not happy to be so rudely drag into the day. "Ye've the manners of a starving pig." He looks around to see who is in the room. Snarling under his breath he stomps to the door and flings it open. "Are ye gonna eat m' break fast, too? I like gopher guts and snail intestines and until I've et I ain't worth anything t' no body, particularly t' them's that ain't got no manners." He scowls at whoever is being so rude.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Even under normal circumstances no self-respecting curious gnome would choose to ignore strange happenings only but a door away. And in the current this has very probably to do with the attack.
So of course Alanis goes to open the door a bit to peek out, probably with her senior peering out right behind her.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Hitticus hears the commotion, rolls to give Ama a knowing look and then appear in the room and walk out. He looks over at Alanis room and winks before awaiting escort.
Mercwri you open the door to find not one but at least ten "rude Dwarves" filed into the corridor waking up your companions. A worried looking Inn Keeper stands down at the far end of the hall wringing his hands and peering over apologetically. The soldiers are different from any you have seen so far. Their armour is finer and on their helms they bare the symbol of a flaming crown. Randrak you would recognise this as the emblem of the Royal Legion. The troops under the direct control of the High Lord of Duragath. Though the High Lord is not in fact a king, his position is the only hereditary one on the High Council and he is in fact descended from the last Dwarven King before the abolition of the Royal line. It occurs to you that he is now perhaps the last member of the High Council left alive.
"Your breakfast master gnome will be provided at the Shield Hall. Leave what you will in your rooms and come with us now. The High Shield is waiting." one of them growls toward you Mercwri.
Seeing that your door is open Alanis one of the soldiers turns to you presuming you to be a member of the party, "Come on, out you get short stuff. We need to be back at the docks before the next bell."
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Alanis eyes widen at the mix-up, but she thinks quick on her feet.
„R-right away. I‘ll... I‘ll just get changed real quick.“
She closes the door at starts throwing on her attire and armor while telling her senior.
„I know it’s insane, Madame, but I think this is our only chance to get some first-hand information. If I get caught up in something, I‘ll try to send you a message somehow.“
She then ropes her senior into throwing all of her belongings into her bag at great speed before stepping out of the room again.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
You are all escorted out onto the street in short order, and you emerge to find that matters have changed somewhat during the night. There is now a visible military presence on the streets. The citizens are keeping their heads down and moving quickly about their business. You pass several conscription booths with groups of young Dwarves gathered round to listen to the rousing speeches of recruitment officers.
Off to the north you notice that the Firehook has departed and in its place two smaller Stoneships have drawn in to dock. The two ships are swarming with soldiers and it would seem Blackfire had been right once more, about the loss of her ship should she remain. Arriving at the Shield Hall you are ushered in through the main gates where most of your escort remain. You follow three of the remaining soldiers past the hall where you met with Kriell the day before and straight ahead into a much large area.
The room is already occupied with some sort of council in session. "Ah here they are!" announces an imposing figure who stands at the head of the group. The soldiers escorting you salute and move aside and the Dwarf who spoke steps forward.
"Kriell there are six of them, you mentioned only four." he calls back to the crowd and you see Kriell standing there amongst the other Dwarves.
"The gnome female and the beardless one are new to me." she confirms while giving you Randrak a questioning look.
"I am the High Shield Eldron Ironhand, descendent of the great Stovar Ironhand and if your account is to be believed the last remaining High Lord of the Stonebound nation."
"That is yet to be confirmed my Lord." Kriell interrupts and his eyes flash with irritation.
OOC: I'll give you all chance to pitch in before carrying on with the scene. If you want any insight into the politics here you'll need a history check.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Alanis certainly will avoid to draw attention, but sure, maybe she happens to know some politics.
History: 24
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
(History check: 3 for insigt into the politics.)
Randrak steps forwards with open arms in an attempt to calm the situation a little.
"I can explain, your High Lord, you see my comrade here, the so-called 'beardless one', had decided to take it upon himself to go venturing into your markets before making his way to the Gelded Goblin. It during this short excursion by himself that he met the goblin, whom I did not meet until last night, myself. However, both of which have clearly decided to present themselves here today.
Though I do believe that you are indeed the last High Lord of the Stonebound nation."
(Persuasion check: 1)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
OOC: Well, that might have been a very short participation for poor Alanis in this campaign.
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)