At the mention of the high priestess, Silthras examines Clayus more closely. Perhaps a personal assistant, then.
Before the man finishes standing and paying for the ale, Silthras says in a low voice. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, nor ask you to break a confidence." He glances around at the room, trying to assess if its possible to have a private conversation. "Perhaps...I should share a little of what I have seen, and you should report that back to your superior? No mention of any indiscretion needs be made. Will you listen to a tale, before you leave?"
Silthras again looks at his companions before continuing...especially raising his eyebrows in a now-familiar look, to Kal.
@DM: Just wanted to check how 'private' the table is? Are the people 2' away on another table, or is it an up-market covid-safe environment? It will make a difference on what and how much detail he goes into.
(( Added enough possible break points in case people want to stop the tale! ))
“I know you are anxious to return, so I shall keep it as brief as I can.” He bows his head and rubs his forehead with the tips of the fingers of both hands, collecting his thoughts, glad he went slowly with the whiskey.
Eventually he lets out a deep breath, and speaks quietly. “You may not yet be aware of any of the events that occurred in Silverfair; in short it and three other towns were attacked, and almost overrun, by undead of a kind we have never seen nor heard of before. We investigated and found that they were controlled by a creature of remarkable cunning and speed. A creature that could wear the bodies of others and assume their identities. It could become anyone.” He pauses, searching the man’s face while he lets his words sink in. He glances at his companions to make sure that they are still comfortable with the tale he is telling, and then those around them, checking that they are not attracting unwanted attention. Taking a small sip of whiskey, he replaces the glass carefully then continues.
“Sadly, this was not the worst of it. We traced the creature to an ancient structure that predates anything I have seen before. Once vast halls, some in ruins, ancient machiner..." his voice trails off before he focuses again on Clayus. "Val can tell you more, if needed.”
“Inside we found items of great antiquity and a…a being…” Once more he looks around then his voice lowers almost to a whisper as he leans close to Clayus, “…an ancient being that was frozen in time, but whom we inadvertently released. In releasing it, we sealed its fate, for it soon died of wounds sustained millennia ago."
"You might be wondering why I mention this? Well, it allhappened a little over a week ago.” Again he pauses to let the significance of the timing sink in, nodding as recognition hits, or prompting with “Think about the timing”, if not.
He holds up a hand to forestall any exclamations or questions, unless they are from his companions, or unless they are attracting unwanted attention.
“Remember: These are first-hand facts I am giving you, not interpretations. These things we all saw. Be sure to impart that to the High Priestess when you see her."
After a final glance to make sure his companions do not want to add anything, or stop him, Silthras continues.
“I won't go into details, but we learned several things from our brief time in the ruins. One warning in particular has stuck in my mind: ‘An Unmade has awoken. The Calamity has come once more. Open the Halls of Imho Serin and prepare the Old Rites’.” He glances at Val to make sure he has the words correct, and pauses, watching the man’s reactions closely.
“These words were not meant for us, they speak of repeating catastrophes, and it is our belief – and this is the only piece of guesswork in my tale – it is our belief that those times are coming again. Worse…” his eyes bore into the man opposite and he leans close, speaking urgently but even more quietly, “...some men – men who believe as we do, that the calamity is close – some men are working to hasten it! Because of this, it is hard to know who to trust.”
He leans back in his seat and takes another sip, “Your sense of despair leads me to believe that you are one to trust. So, above all, be careful whom you trust or tell, for we do not want to force their hand, nor get you killed.”
He finishes with a sardonic smile. “Is that tale enough for you?”
With that he picks up his glass and takes a large mouthful, running it over his tongue and back, waiting to see what the man says. "If you wish, one of us will be back here at this time tomorrow should you want to arrange a meeting, or have some questions."
As Silthras tells his tale, the man listens with curiosity that soon turns to genuine interest. As you mention the warning of Unmade, you can see fear in the man's eyes, and his face pales. From that point on his eyes grow distant, and he doesn't seem to acknowledge what you say afterwards. After a moment, he shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut. "That is quite a tale my friend, and entirely too much for me."
"I uh..." He opens his eyes and looks around the table. "I need to go. And sleep." He stands up again, stumbling as he takes a few steps away from the table. "You can find me at the temple tomorrow. We can talk then." This time he doesn't wait to give you a chance to stop him, almost fleeing from the table towards the door.
Kal takes a sip of his drink as he watches the man go. "That went well." He glances over to Silthras, "The thought just occurred to me, but perhaps if we speak about what happened to anyone, we shouldn't place ourselves at the center of the story. Make it seem like we're just passing on rumor."
"That was definitely worrisome behavior. Do we want to try enjoying the rest of our meal, or should we a few to follow him?"
Silthras grunts, then leans in to speak quietly, "Maybe the whiskey went to my head, but if he keeps quiet and gets us in to the high priestess -- or someone who knows what's going on -- I'll count it as a win. He did seem to know about the Unmade, and they frightened him. That's a good sign."
Leaning back, he looks around the room then speaks in a normal voice, "As to the most important question: let's eat!"
Sylnora shifts uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to feel about Clayus' sudden departure. "It could just be he was genuinely unsettled. From an outside perspective, I can see how what we've been through could throw someone off."
She'll dig in to her meal after that, curious about the dish. Crab was something she had never even encountered before.
Usul is quiet while his friend tells the tale, simply watching ((insight 10)) the man's expressions, and surprised that Sil was opening up so much so soon. But once the man stands up to leave, and the food appears in front of them, he is quickly distracted by not only the dishes themselves, but also their presentation. He's also been watching to see if the host has returned, and if so, how they were being treated after it seems his rings caused some type of reaction in the man's eyes.
As Usul watches Clayus, he picks up on pretty much everything the others have. The mention of the Unmade particularly seemed to rattle him, but beyond that there was nothing special to notice.
Watching the host while he drops off the food, he wouldn't see any adverse reaction to his companions. It would seem whatever alarmed the man was singular to the gnome alone.
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((since it seems that interaction is done and it's just up to us now...))
While they enjoy their meal Usul looks around the restaurant for whichever lady seems the most 'lady like'. ie. dressed nice, all prim and proper. The woman who seems the least likely to have ever stepped outside her rich area of the city ((insight 18 if needed)). As they are finishing desert, and another drink, he blinks as Dib appears under the woman's table at her feet after having been given the mental instructions to climb up her legs, hoping to cause a 'ahhh rat!' reaction, and then scampering around another table or two before dashing off towards the kitchen to hide, where Usul will quickly pop him into his pocket dimension. During the (hopeful) chaos, Usul will attempt to pocket as much shiny silverware as possible, using mage hand to grab it from other tables around him. ((slight of hand 25 if the excitement gives advantage 20))
It there's still time -- and they are still open -- Silthras would like to return to Shop #1 (I misread the wand he has, and would like to get the pact keeper one), and he'd like to see if they have Find Familiar scrolls ... no big deal tho.
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It doesn't take long for Usul to identify his mark, a young human woman in a silk dress, laughing and talking loudly with her equally rich looking companions at their table. Weasel Dib apparates underneath the table, scurrying up the woman's dress. There is a split second delay before she lets out a shriek, jumping up from her seat and nearly knocking the table over in the process. The familiar drops from her leg, deftly dodging her desperate attempts to kick and stomp on him as he makes a mad dash towards the door next to the bar. Several other patrons jump out of their seat as it runs past them. A mug flies through the air, nearly smashing into the weasel as it suddenly cuts right to dodge it.
In the ensuing chaos, Usul is able to grab 7 pieces of silverware(worth 6sp each), and pocket them with high confidence that he wasn't noticed.
The establishment is thrown into chaos for a few minutes afterwards, as employees move to clean up the mess made, and search for the creature responsible for the panic. The woman looks flustered as she sits back down, her hand shaking as she tries to take a drink from her glass.
I'd say there's enough time left before the shops close up that you could all swing back by the shop before it closes on the way to your next destination. Yes they would have the scroll. Same price at 25gp. But Silthras wouldn't be able to cast it I don't think? If it isn't on his class list of spells.
I'd say there's enough time left before the shops close up that you could all swing back by the shop before it closes on the way to your next destination. Yes they would have the scroll. Same price at 25gp. But Silthras wouldn't be able to cast it I don't think? If it isn't on his class list of spells.
Will swing back; still a discount, or no? And if I wanted to sell the Wand of the War Wizard? Re: Spell...damn....here was I thinking it would be on the Sorc lists.
Sylnora jumps at the sudden commotion, letting her silverware clatter onto the plate. "Oh my." She says, watching the chaos unfold. Unable to catch sight of the thing responsible, she eventually turns back to her drink as things calm down.
After Silthras' shopping, I guess we just go back to that dude's manor and sleep for the night?
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At the mention of the high priestess, Silthras examines Clayus more closely. Perhaps a personal assistant, then.
Before the man finishes standing and paying for the ale, Silthras says in a low voice. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, nor ask you to break a confidence." He glances around at the room, trying to assess if its possible to have a private conversation. "Perhaps...I should share a little of what I have seen, and you should report that back to your superior? No mention of any indiscretion needs be made. Will you listen to a tale, before you leave?"
Silthras Persuasion: 26
Clayus stops, turning back around slowly. He considers Silthras for a moment, then slumps his shoulders and sits back down. "What sort of tale?"
Silthras again looks at his companions before continuing...especially raising his eyebrows in a now-familiar look, to Kal.
@DM: Just wanted to check how 'private' the table is? Are the people 2' away on another table, or is it an up-market covid-safe environment? It will make a difference on what and how much detail he goes into.
(( Added enough possible break points in case people want to stop the tale! ))
“I know you are anxious to return, so I shall keep it as brief as I can.” He bows his head and rubs his forehead with the tips of the fingers of both hands, collecting his thoughts, glad he went slowly with the whiskey.
Eventually he lets out a deep breath, and speaks quietly. “You may not yet be aware of any of the events that occurred in Silverfair; in short it and three other towns were attacked, and almost overrun, by undead of a kind we have never seen nor heard of before. We investigated and found that they were controlled by a creature of remarkable cunning and speed. A creature that could wear the bodies of others and assume their identities. It could become anyone.” He pauses, searching the man’s face while he lets his words sink in. He glances at his companions to make sure that they are still comfortable with the tale he is telling, and then those around them, checking that they are not attracting unwanted attention. Taking a small sip of whiskey, he replaces the glass carefully then continues.
“Sadly, this was not the worst of it. We traced the creature to an ancient structure that predates anything I have seen before. Once vast halls, some in ruins, ancient machiner..." his voice trails off before he focuses again on Clayus. "Val can tell you more, if needed.”
“Inside we found items of great antiquity and a…a being…” Once more he looks around then his voice lowers almost to a whisper as he leans close to Clayus, “…an ancient being that was frozen in time, but whom we inadvertently released. In releasing it, we sealed its fate, for it soon died of wounds sustained millennia ago."
"You might be wondering why I mention this? Well, it all happened a little over a week ago.” Again he pauses to let the significance of the timing sink in, nodding as recognition hits, or prompting with “Think about the timing”, if not.
He holds up a hand to forestall any exclamations or questions, unless they are from his companions, or unless they are attracting unwanted attention.
“Remember: These are first-hand facts I am giving you, not interpretations. These things we all saw. Be sure to impart that to the High Priestess when you see her."
After a final glance to make sure his companions do not want to add anything, or stop him, Silthras continues.
“I won't go into details, but we learned several things from our brief time in the ruins. One warning in particular has stuck in my mind: ‘An Unmade has awoken. The Calamity has come once more. Open the Halls of Imho Serin and prepare the Old Rites’.” He glances at Val to make sure he has the words correct, and pauses, watching the man’s reactions closely.
“These words were not meant for us, they speak of repeating catastrophes, and it is our belief – and this is the only piece of guesswork in my tale – it is our belief that those times are coming again. Worse…” his eyes bore into the man opposite and he leans close, speaking urgently but even more quietly, “...some men – men who believe as we do, that the calamity is close – some men are working to hasten it! Because of this, it is hard to know who to trust.”
He leans back in his seat and takes another sip, “Your sense of despair leads me to believe that you are one to trust. So, above all, be careful whom you trust or tell, for we do not want to force their hand, nor get you killed.”
He finishes with a sardonic smile. “Is that tale enough for you?”
With that he picks up his glass and takes a large mouthful, running it over his tongue and back, waiting to see what the man says. "If you wish, one of us will be back here at this time tomorrow should you want to arrange a meeting, or have some questions."
As Silthras tells his tale, the man listens with curiosity that soon turns to genuine interest. As you mention the warning of Unmade, you can see fear in the man's eyes, and his face pales. From that point on his eyes grow distant, and he doesn't seem to acknowledge what you say afterwards. After a moment, he shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut. "That is quite a tale my friend, and entirely too much for me."
"I uh..." He opens his eyes and looks around the table. "I need to go. And sleep." He stands up again, stumbling as he takes a few steps away from the table. "You can find me at the temple tomorrow. We can talk then." This time he doesn't wait to give you a chance to stop him, almost fleeing from the table towards the door.
Kal takes a sip of his drink as he watches the man go. "That went well." He glances over to Silthras, "The thought just occurred to me, but perhaps if we speak about what happened to anyone, we shouldn't place ourselves at the center of the story. Make it seem like we're just passing on rumor."
"That was definitely worrisome behavior. Do we want to try enjoying the rest of our meal, or should we a few to follow him?"
Silthras grunts, then leans in to speak quietly, "Maybe the whiskey went to my head, but if he keeps quiet and gets us in to the high priestess -- or someone who knows what's going on -- I'll count it as a win. He did seem to know about the Unmade, and they frightened him. That's a good sign."
Leaning back, he looks around the room then speaks in a normal voice, "As to the most important question: let's eat!"
Sylnora shifts uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to feel about Clayus' sudden departure. "It could just be he was genuinely unsettled. From an outside perspective, I can see how what we've been through could throw someone off."
She'll dig in to her meal after that, curious about the dish. Crab was something she had never even encountered before.
Usul is quiet while his friend tells the tale, simply watching ((insight 10)) the man's expressions, and surprised that Sil was opening up so much so soon. But once the man stands up to leave, and the food appears in front of them, he is quickly distracted by not only the dishes themselves, but also their presentation. He's also been watching to see if the host has returned, and if so, how they were being treated after it seems his rings caused some type of reaction in the man's eyes.
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As Usul watches Clayus, he picks up on pretty much everything the others have. The mention of the Unmade particularly seemed to rattle him, but beyond that there was nothing special to notice.
Watching the host while he drops off the food, he wouldn't see any adverse reaction to his companions. It would seem whatever alarmed the man was singular to the gnome alone.
What was the plan after this place?
((since it seems that interaction is done and it's just up to us now...))
While they enjoy their meal Usul looks around the restaurant for whichever lady seems the most 'lady like'. ie. dressed nice, all prim and proper. The woman who seems the least likely to have ever stepped outside her rich area of the city ((insight 18 if needed)). As they are finishing desert, and another drink, he blinks as Dib appears under the woman's table at her feet after having been given the mental instructions to climb up her legs, hoping to cause a 'ahhh rat!' reaction, and then scampering around another table or two before dashing off towards the kitchen to hide, where Usul will quickly pop him into his pocket dimension. During the (hopeful) chaos, Usul will attempt to pocket as much shiny silverware as possible, using mage hand to grab it from other tables around him. ((slight of hand 25 if the excitement gives advantage 20))
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Dib Dexterity: 20
It there's still time -- and they are still open -- Silthras would like to return to Shop #1 (I misread the wand he has, and would like to get the pact keeper one), and he'd like to see if they have Find Familiar scrolls ... no big deal tho.
It doesn't take long for Usul to identify his mark, a young human woman in a silk dress, laughing and talking loudly with her equally rich looking companions at their table. Weasel Dib apparates underneath the table, scurrying up the woman's dress. There is a split second delay before she lets out a shriek, jumping up from her seat and nearly knocking the table over in the process. The familiar drops from her leg, deftly dodging her desperate attempts to kick and stomp on him as he makes a mad dash towards the door next to the bar. Several other patrons jump out of their seat as it runs past them. A mug flies through the air, nearly smashing into the weasel as it suddenly cuts right to dodge it.
In the ensuing chaos, Usul is able to grab 7 pieces of silverware(worth 6sp each), and pocket them with high confidence that he wasn't noticed.
The establishment is thrown into chaos for a few minutes afterwards, as employees move to clean up the mess made, and search for the creature responsible for the panic. The woman looks flustered as she sits back down, her hand shaking as she tries to take a drink from her glass.
I'd say there's enough time left before the shops close up that you could all swing back by the shop before it closes on the way to your next destination. Yes they would have the scroll. Same price at 25gp. But Silthras wouldn't be able to cast it I don't think? If it isn't on his class list of spells.
Will swing back; still a discount, or no? And if I wanted to sell the Wand of the War Wizard? Re: Spell...damn....here was I thinking it would be on the Sorc lists.
26
Rod would be 285g. He would be able to get 150g for the wand.
Sylnora jumps at the sudden commotion, letting her silverware clatter onto the plate. "Oh my." She says, watching the chaos unfold. Unable to catch sight of the thing responsible, she eventually turns back to her drink as things calm down.
After Silthras' shopping, I guess we just go back to that dude's manor and sleep for the night?