Kaisaras offers a sympathetic smile towards the leader of the city guard, nodding in response to her statements, "Yes, I am his eldest. As for the Steel Brigade, they've safely managed to quarantine the Eastern Shore, and seem to have a hold of things on that front. I have plans to speak with my father regarding current events when I return home, but for the time being, if I can be of help, I'll do what I can." Kaisaras was familiar with the woman by her station but knew little of her personal stature or history.
Having spent so much time with the cultivating sources in and working alongside the Guard, Radgar had heard the tales of the Grand Marshall. How she had saved the King and won her spot of honor protecting the city - but he had never dreamed to meet her in person.
He felt himself tongue-tied and flustered in the presence of such authority, and when she began speaking to Kai of his father and of the Brigade, well he felt completely out of his depth.
When the Field Marshall introduced herself, several bits of information, history, and university courses clicked together in his head. He casually whispered to the rest of the group around him, "Wow - she's famous! The field Marshall used to be an adventurer until she foiled a deadly plot last year during the weeks-long festivities celebrating the city’s third centennial. She was the one who stopped a group of Norgorber cultists from poisoning the food of a grand feast to be held in Eodred’s Square! She not only saved the lives of hundreds of Varisians, but drove the cult from Korvosa entirely. I heard that her star rose high - looks like she was appointed to be leader of the Korvosan Guard!"
Belated Scene 3: Danse loosely laced his hands together and rested them along his neck as the party drifted through the admittedly magnificent castle. The majestic flags and architecture had no apparent effect on Danse aside from adding to his amusement - courtyards and palaces were meant to impress. It is easier to manipulate people through honeyed words or sheer intimidation when you have an aura of grandeur backing you. He appreciated that about the place - his acts tended to have a similar bedazzling effect on people. He grinned, even if the polished majesty of the throne room and stylish attire of the queen and guards put his own robes to shame - ostentatiousness apparently wasn't limited to people who had nothing else.
The sight of the gold, though, was what truly brought Danse to a halt. He inadvertently casts a look to the rest as if asking if part of the share was his - he was looking at more gold than he had earned over the course of his life. It wasn't a look of greed; simply impossible, unexpected, speechless awe and disbelief. He treated Kai's claim to nobility in the same way he normally treated political matters. "I find caring where someone hailed from to be secondary compared to what they actually do, Kaiseras. And for the latter, I consider you my friend. Your secret is safe with my indifference."
Scene 4: History: 25 Danse recognized the look of someone barely keeping themselves together. He wore that same visage on nearly a constant basis. Whenever his audience wasn't looking, of course - hiding weariness is simply a part of putting up an act. Danse's brow raised as he recalled a tale he had recited many times while entertaining, depicting a brave adventurer who halted a cult in its tracks of taking over the city - of course, the story he heard had its fair share of exaggerations, and he put his own twist on the story; but still, he was facing the original. He gave his usual, one-knee bow in respect. "It truly is a pleasure, Field Marshall. I am glad to see you living up to the rumors I have heard about your deeds circulating the streets."
Kaisaras offers a sympathetic smile towards the leader of the city guard, nodding in response to her statements, "Yes, I am his eldest. As for the Steel Brigade, they've safely managed to quarantine the Eastern Shore, and seem to have a hold of things on that front. I have plans to speak with my father regarding current events when I return home, but for the time being, if I can be of help, I'll do what I can." Kaisaras was familiar with the woman by her station but knew little of her personal stature or history.
"I see, so the situation there hasn't changed since I left the Citadel..." she replied, partially to herself.
Scene 4: He gave his usual, one-knee bow in respect. "It truly is a pleasure, Field Marshall. I am glad to see you living up to the rumors I have heard about your deeds circulating the streets."
"There's no need for that here." Cressida replied waving Danse back up to their feet. "And while I appreciate the sentiment, that was a long time ago and I certainly don't feel like I am with the city as it is..." she added sighing a bit to herself. "But I digress. As I mentioned before, the Guard is stretched thin at the moment and if you're willing and interested - and it seems like you all - I'd like to offer each of you a position within the Guard. Your membership can come with as little or as much involvement in typical Guard activity as you'd like though I would mainly be interested in using your group whenever there's a situation where your particular 'capabilities' are required."
Then turning to Kaisaras she added, "As for you. Due to your... position, joining the Guard officially is probably not an option. But with your family's consent, we could consider it a collaboration between our two groups. Gods know the Guard, the Brigade, the Sabal Company and even the Hell Knights of Nail need to work in tandem to keep the peace; this would be a positive step in that direction."
Facing the entire group once again, she finished with, "So what do you think? Interested? Of course you'll be compensated for any efforts you're able to lend us as well. I'm well aware that I can't expect you to possibly endanger yourselves without some sort of reward; as you well know, I was also an adventurer once myself." she added wistfully to herself.
Radgar solemnly nods his head 'Aye, I am. I've been known to pitch in when it's needed - and there's no doubt you and yer lot could use a spot of help right about now.' Pulling his hammer from his belt in a smooth practiced move, he spins it and plants it firmly on the floor between his feet, resting both hands on top. 'My hammer is at yer service when ya call.'
Radgar solemnly nods his head 'Aye, I am. I've been known to pitch in when it's needed - and there's no doubt you and yer lot could use a spot of help right about now.' Pulling his hammer from his belt in a smooth practiced move, he spins it and plants it firmly on the floor between his feet, resting both hands on top. 'My hammer is at yer service when ya call.'
"Thank you, your help will be appreciated by everyone within the city and I'm sure we'll be able to find a good use for your skills." she replied to the dwarf with a nod.
(Just confirming, is Radgar agreeing to help the guard when asked or on a more regular/ permanent basis?)
Kaisaras ponders for a moment, before sighing and speaking up, "As an individual, I am always happy and eager to do what I can for my city. With that said, for the Brigade to act more in union with the Guard and the rest, I'll require a word with my father." It wasn't anything concrete, but it was the best he could offer at that moment. He did believe it to be a good cause, and he was certain his father would as well. Still, it wouldn't be right for him to undermine his authority, especially with his reputation about to be cleared.
Fargrim replies "I'm more of a freelancer at the moment. If I can help out, though, I will. I also may be able to help liaison with some of the more unsavory elements of the city to find out who or what is behind this violence. Do you have any ideas yet where this is coming from? It can't be all spontaneous."
Kurstin considers the offer and his companions' responses. "I have spent the past three years in search of my sister...now that I have found her, I find suddenly have plenty of spare time on my hands. I do still have courses and work at the University, but I am certainly interested in joining the Guard, either on an as-needed basis or in a more full-time capacity."
A frown graced Danse's expression as his usual manner of introducing himself is rebuffed. He stood - were these people really that serious? He reflected on the offer and finally came to a conclusion. "I am a performer. A man of the streets - I loathe the thought of watching them burn. Such a thing would be - how do I say it; a one-time show?" he offered, raising a brow. "My business hunting down the last of Gaedren's workers isn't finished. I have no shame in admitting menial guard work bores me - therefore, my interest is contingent on the mission in question. I would be happy to aid the guard simply if it catches my curiosity."
Scene #3: As the party stepped out of the Castle, Kaisaras wrapped his face and pulled up his hood once more. With the city seeming to have calmed down drastically, he didn't want to chance an additional confrontation by egging someone on with his mere presence. Glancing to the others as they paused, Kaisaras nodded his head, "I think this is where I'll part ways. There's work to be done, and I don't want to waste time. I am thankful that...most of us managed to make it out of this unscratched." He gave a small sigh as he recalled a certain man who had perished when confronting Lamm. Still, he gazed up at the party and quickly added, "That said, if any of you ever require my aide, or have something to offer, feel free to contact me or my family in the East Shore District."
Scene #4: Insight - 5 As Kaisaras returned to East Shore, he doffed his disguise and quickly heard from the pair of guards at the bridge, that his father was looking for him. However, he only took the news in passing, believing it to be the same news he had heard from Alena, missing the concerned tones and expressions on their faces. Returning home to the Ironward Estate, Kaisaras took the front gate rather than his usual secret entrance. No point in sneaking in when he was being looked for. He momentarily debated going to his room to change as servants began fussing over him, but he waved them off. His father had asked for him, and he didn't wish to keep him waiting, especially since he had good news. Easily enough, one of the servants had already gone ahead to inform his father of his return, and he nodded in thanks. Asking that they lead him to where his father was, he would enter the room with a bow, before speaking up, "I'm home, and with some good news!" He couldn't help but smile, raising his head, he couldn't help it. He was motivated, and what's more, he had resolved the issue of his father's framing. "I was able to locate the one responsible for your discrediting, Father, and passed off the gather evidence to the Guard. Soon your name shall be cleared."
Scene #3: Kurstin had mixed emotions at the completion of The Harrowers' first adventure. He was eager to return to his family with Irma, but he also knew that this group of brave men had become part of his new identity. As the group was saying their goodbyes, Kurstin suddenly chimed in. "Wait! We need to divide the treasure!"(If we convert treasure to gp and divide by 5, that's 630.8 each. 300gp of that total would come from the three gold bars we each got from the Queen, so that leaves 330.8gp worth of treasure to divvy up. There are also some magic items - not included in this calculation.)
Scene #4: Kurstin returned to the citadel for Irma, and discovered that no one had come forward to claim the twins yet. "No need to be upset, you two can stay with Irma and me at our parent's house until your family is found," Kurstin said.
With the riots quelled and the citizens undertaking to clean up and get back to normal, the small group is able to return to the Blacksteam house. Kurstin stands back with the twins as his parents nearly smother Irma Gertrude when they rush out to hug her and swing her around in a tight embrace. "Poor girl,"Kurstin thought to himself. "They won't let her out of their sight for many ten-days..."
During the next week, Kurstin attended the only lecture still held after the riots at the University. He spent most of his time in the 'Fishery, crafting a new homonculus servant from the valuable gem he had acquired with his share of the rewards. He also studied, and copied, a useful item for any adventurer...a bag of holding!
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Scene 3
'Ahh, yesss, the treasure indeed! That was quite the reward the Queen bestowed upon us, well deserved, but generous nonetheless.' the smile that split the otherwise dour dwarves face was genuine and lit him up like a child on Dunemas. Reaching into his pouch he pulls out the small cigar case 'These treasures we found in Gundrun's lair are worth a fair bit as well, but I'm not sure they are ours to sell. I'd rather try to find their owners and return them if we can.'
4. To see if my house survived :)
Scene 4
After gathering up Dagnam and thanking everyone profusely, the cleric and his brother make their way back to his modest home in a quiet corner of the city. Well, home is overstating it. More like a base of operations for the search for Dagnam because that's all this place ever was. Most of the space was taken up by the forge and anvil that doubled as both work and worship for the cleric. He'd been lucky enough to find a space large enough for even this small a forge, but it left little room for the creature comforts. In fact, there was only the small cot he slept on and a small 3 legged stool he used to wolf down his meals. There was no space at all for Dagnam. The first night, Radgar bundled himself up and slept on the floor, but it was clear they would need to make other arrangements for the boy.
An unexpected conversation at the tavern the very next day presented a solution. A caravan was headed to Janderhoff, a caravan in need of extra blades in light of the chaos that had engulfed the city and kept the guard tied up. Radgar signed on, on the condition that his brother could ride along on the wagon. Getting his brother back to Janderhoff meant getting him home safe, home where the Stonebreakers could keep him close and keep him safe. Now, all he had to do was to find some place to sleep until the caravan left....
Scene 3: As the party exited the claustrophobic confines of Castle Korvosa, Danse felt a strange sense of belonging with the group who aided him in slaying Gaedren. Nevertheless, his flashy smile glared across his features as he abruptly bowed towards the party in his usual ostentatious manner. He was secretly reassured the kids were being taken care of by Kurstin - Danse could never muster the coin or lodging they would need to survive. "Until the next show, Harrowers. Should you need me, the streets are my home. Keep your eyes peeled for Moroza and your ears open for my voice," the tattooed Half-Elf called, shaking a bony shoulder to rustle the perched, grumpy owl. "My work with eradicating the last of Gaedren's sheepdogs isn't complete. I wish you all well."
Scene 4: House %: 26 Danse wandered through the streets at an unhurried, whimsical pace. His amused eyes danced between the crumbling buildings and not-quite-quenched fires still belching smoke in aftermath of the riots. The streets would never change - they were as volatile as the people who called them their homes. Sure, sleeping in the tavern was comfortable - Danse couldn't remember a night where his young bones didn't ache; he still mostly blames Gaedren for his injuries. Oh, well. He continued through the streets bathed in the glow of evening lanterns as he observed the quality of the homes gradually take a turn for the worse. The occupants who frequent the areas seem to reflect the gradual diminishing of luxury - brick facades and the scent of freshly baked bread from the town square gave way to ramshackle buildings with tattered residents. A light smile split his expression - truth be told, he would prefer nowhere besides the crime-infested streets of Old Korvosa. Nowhere else was quite as entertaining.
Walking with more coin than he ever dreamed of obtaining in his lifetime, Danse and his owl kept particularly keen gazes on the shadows and little urchins running around. Half of them were probably Halflings looking for some spare coin. He momentarily frowned as he found his miniscule arrangement of tent canvasses strewn into some semblance of shelter reduced to a pile of ashes. For residence, Danse would saunter into whatever decently furnished inn or tavern he could find within the district. He wasn't picky about lodging. Sleep, no matter how comfortable, is simply an annoying necessity for Danse.
Over the course of the week, he drifted through the streets - evidently the riots had died down - and utilized his new deck of cards to his advantage, incorporating new tricks that were a mixture of magic and simple manipulations to bedazzle his audiences. All the while, his eyes - and the watch of his owl always hanging behind or overhead - keep an eye out for the escaped bandit, Yargrin, or anyone who looks like they would know of his location. Performance - 19
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Scene 4:
Fargrim wandered back to the Boar and Bear tavern to find Grandol behind the bar as usual. Grandol wordlessly poured two ales and grabbed a plate of sausages and set up at a nearby table. Fargrim took a seat. They drank in silence for several minutes before Grandol finally spoke. "Are you stopping by or have you returned? I told you that I could always use a good dishwasher but I get the feeling you are meant for more."
"My friend's mission seems to be done for the moment. One of them is still looking for an associate of Lamm. I may be able to help. I'll probably do that."
Grandol sat passively with a slight smile. "Your room is still here. It's yours as long as you need it."
Fargrim left and went to the Pudding Trap pub. It was a rundown place that looked like it maybe once had been somewhat respectable, but those days were long past. It was dark even at mid-day and the only patrons looked like they had nowhere else to go. There was a smell of stale ale and a faint aroma of rot. Fargrim didn’t know if it was bad food he smelled or the place itself, but everything seemed slightly damp. He approached the bartender "Hey, I'm looking for Yargrin. Where can I find him?"
The bartender was a greasy looking human who barely looked up. "Never heard of him"
Fargrim placed his hammer on the bar and growled at the barkeep "Think harder before I come over there."
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(You beat me to the punch @Rhanloi regarding sorting out the treasure! Feel free to assume that you were able to trade all the non magical items in the Castle for Gold before leaving.)
Danse:
You're mostly set for week 1. Your performances were quire successful and you've earned 7 Gold, 9 Silver & 7 Copper for the week! It seems you've started to make a name for yourself!
If you're staying in taverns/ inns for the week, it'll be:
Cheap: 1 Silver per night
Decent: 5 Silver per night
"Nice": 2 Gold per night
Let me know if you're interested in finding a more permanent home for Danse over the Downtime period and we can work that out in the upcoming weeks
Fargrim:
The Bartender laughed in your face as your intimidation attempt fell horribly flat. "Thanks for that. I haven't had a good laugh today." Chuckling to himself, he returned to cleaning random glassware with a dirty rag that was probably doing more harm than good.
Please make a deception check for me
Kaisaras:
There was no response at first from Lucian, Kaisaras' father, as the young man entered the room. His back initially turned from the door, he eventually turned around to face the young bard; it was clear to tell that he was not pleased. A tall and powerfully built man in his early-mid 50's with tan skin, greying hair and sharp brown eyes, he looked Kaisaras up and down for a long moment, measuring him, before responding calmly with the faintest hint of an edge. "You disappear without a word for over a day during the worst riot Korvosa's seen in a generation and return here as if nothing's happened. Where were you? And why did you not return here immediately after the king passed away?"
Kurstin:
You're mostly set for week 1. In preparation for the following week(s) Can you make the follow rolls:
(3) Intelligence checks
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Radgar:
You're mostly set for week 1. In preparation for the following week(s) Can you make the follow rolls:
Scene #4: History: 5
Kaisaras offers a sympathetic smile towards the leader of the city guard, nodding in response to her statements, "Yes, I am his eldest. As for the Steel Brigade, they've safely managed to quarantine the Eastern Shore, and seem to have a hold of things on that front. I have plans to speak with my father regarding current events when I return home, but for the time being, if I can be of help, I'll do what I can." Kaisaras was familiar with the woman by her station but knew little of her personal stature or history.
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Having spent so much time with the cultivating sources in and working alongside the Guard, Radgar had heard the tales of the Grand Marshall. How she had saved the King and won her spot of honor protecting the city - but he had never dreamed to meet her in person.
He felt himself tongue-tied and flustered in the presence of such authority, and when she began speaking to Kai of his father and of the Brigade, well he felt completely out of his depth.
DC12 History: 13
When the Field Marshall introduced herself, several bits of information, history, and university courses clicked together in his head. He casually whispered to the rest of the group around him, "Wow - she's famous! The field Marshall used to be an adventurer until she foiled a deadly plot last year during the weeks-long festivities celebrating the city’s third centennial. She was the one who stopped a group of Norgorber cultists from poisoning the food of a grand feast to be held in Eodred’s Square! She not only saved the lives of hundreds of Varisians, but drove the cult from Korvosa entirely. I heard that her star rose high - looks like she was appointed to be leader of the Korvosan Guard!"
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Belated Scene 3:
Danse loosely laced his hands together and rested them along his neck as the party drifted through the admittedly magnificent castle. The majestic flags and architecture had no apparent effect on Danse aside from adding to his amusement - courtyards and palaces were meant to impress. It is easier to manipulate people through honeyed words or sheer intimidation when you have an aura of grandeur backing you. He appreciated that about the place - his acts tended to have a similar bedazzling effect on people. He grinned, even if the polished majesty of the throne room and stylish attire of the queen and guards put his own robes to shame - ostentatiousness apparently wasn't limited to people who had nothing else.
The sight of the gold, though, was what truly brought Danse to a halt. He inadvertently casts a look to the rest as if asking if part of the share was his - he was looking at more gold than he had earned over the course of his life. It wasn't a look of greed; simply impossible, unexpected, speechless awe and disbelief. He treated Kai's claim to nobility in the same way he normally treated political matters. "I find caring where someone hailed from to be secondary compared to what they actually do, Kaiseras. And for the latter, I consider you my friend. Your secret is safe with my indifference."
Scene 4:
History: 25
Danse recognized the look of someone barely keeping themselves together. He wore that same visage on nearly a constant basis. Whenever his audience wasn't looking, of course - hiding weariness is simply a part of putting up an act. Danse's brow raised as he recalled a tale he had recited many times while entertaining, depicting a brave adventurer who halted a cult in its tracks of taking over the city - of course, the story he heard had its fair share of exaggerations, and he put his own twist on the story; but still, he was facing the original. He gave his usual, one-knee bow in respect. "It truly is a pleasure, Field Marshall. I am glad to see you living up to the rumors I have heard about your deeds circulating the streets."
"I see, so the situation there hasn't changed since I left the Citadel..." she replied, partially to herself.
"There's no need for that here." Cressida replied waving Danse back up to their feet. "And while I appreciate the sentiment, that was a long time ago and I certainly don't feel like I am with the city as it is..." she added sighing a bit to herself. "But I digress. As I mentioned before, the Guard is stretched thin at the moment and if you're willing and interested - and it seems like you all - I'd like to offer each of you a position within the Guard. Your membership can come with as little or as much involvement in typical Guard activity as you'd like though I would mainly be interested in using your group whenever there's a situation where your particular 'capabilities' are required."
Then turning to Kaisaras she added, "As for you. Due to your... position, joining the Guard officially is probably not an option. But with your family's consent, we could consider it a collaboration between our two groups. Gods know the Guard, the Brigade, the Sabal Company and even the Hell Knights of Nail need to work in tandem to keep the peace; this would be a positive step in that direction."
Facing the entire group once again, she finished with, "So what do you think? Interested? Of course you'll be compensated for any efforts you're able to lend us as well. I'm well aware that I can't expect you to possibly endanger yourselves without some sort of reward; as you well know, I was also an adventurer once myself." she added wistfully to herself.
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Radgar solemnly nods his head 'Aye, I am. I've been known to pitch in when it's needed - and there's no doubt you and yer lot could use a spot of help right about now.' Pulling his hammer from his belt in a smooth practiced move, he spins it and plants it firmly on the floor between his feet, resting both hands on top. 'My hammer is at yer service when ya call.'
"Thank you, your help will be appreciated by everyone within the city and I'm sure we'll be able to find a good use for your skills." she replied to the dwarf with a nod.
(Just confirming, is Radgar agreeing to help the guard when asked or on a more regular/ permanent basis?)
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Kaisaras ponders for a moment, before sighing and speaking up, "As an individual, I am always happy and eager to do what I can for my city. With that said, for the Brigade to act more in union with the Guard and the rest, I'll require a word with my father." It wasn't anything concrete, but it was the best he could offer at that moment. He did believe it to be a good cause, and he was certain his father would as well. Still, it wouldn't be right for him to undermine his authority, especially with his reputation about to be cleared.
Radgar is offering help as needed - not interested in joining the Guard full time
Fargrim replies "I'm more of a freelancer at the moment. If I can help out, though, I will. I also may be able to help liaison with some of the more unsavory elements of the city to find out who or what is behind this violence. Do you have any ideas yet where this is coming from? It can't be all spontaneous."
Kurstin considers the offer and his companions' responses. "I have spent the past three years in search of my sister...now that I have found her, I find suddenly have plenty of spare time on my hands. I do still have courses and work at the University, but I am certainly interested in joining the Guard, either on an as-needed basis or in a more full-time capacity."
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A frown graced Danse's expression as his usual manner of introducing himself is rebuffed. He stood - were these people really that serious? He reflected on the offer and finally came to a conclusion. "I am a performer. A man of the streets - I loathe the thought of watching them burn. Such a thing would be - how do I say it; a one-time show?" he offered, raising a brow. "My business hunting down the last of Gaedren's workers isn't finished. I have no shame in admitting menial guard work bores me - therefore, my interest is contingent on the mission in question. I would be happy to aid the guard simply if it catches my curiosity."
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Scene #3:
As the party stepped out of the Castle, Kaisaras wrapped his face and pulled up his hood once more. With the city seeming to have calmed down drastically, he didn't want to chance an additional confrontation by egging someone on with his mere presence. Glancing to the others as they paused, Kaisaras nodded his head, "I think this is where I'll part ways. There's work to be done, and I don't want to waste time. I am thankful that...most of us managed to make it out of this unscratched." He gave a small sigh as he recalled a certain man who had perished when confronting Lamm. Still, he gazed up at the party and quickly added, "That said, if any of you ever require my aide, or have something to offer, feel free to contact me or my family in the East Shore District."
Scene #4: Insight - 5
As Kaisaras returned to East Shore, he doffed his disguise and quickly heard from the pair of guards at the bridge, that his father was looking for him. However, he only took the news in passing, believing it to be the same news he had heard from Alena, missing the concerned tones and expressions on their faces. Returning home to the Ironward Estate, Kaisaras took the front gate rather than his usual secret entrance. No point in sneaking in when he was being looked for. He momentarily debated going to his room to change as servants began fussing over him, but he waved them off. His father had asked for him, and he didn't wish to keep him waiting, especially since he had good news. Easily enough, one of the servants had already gone ahead to inform his father of his return, and he nodded in thanks. Asking that they lead him to where his father was, he would enter the room with a bow, before speaking up, "I'm home, and with some good news!" He couldn't help but smile, raising his head, he couldn't help it. He was motivated, and what's more, he had resolved the issue of his father's framing. "I was able to locate the one responsible for your discrediting, Father, and passed off the gather evidence to the Guard. Soon your name shall be cleared."
Scene #3:
Kurstin had mixed emotions at the completion of The Harrowers' first adventure. He was eager to return to his family with Irma, but he also knew that this group of brave men had become part of his new identity. As the group was saying their goodbyes, Kurstin suddenly chimed in. "Wait! We need to divide the treasure!" (If we convert treasure to gp and divide by 5, that's 630.8 each. 300gp of that total would come from the three gold bars we each got from the Queen, so that leaves 330.8gp worth of treasure to divvy up. There are also some magic items - not included in this calculation.)
Scene #4:
Kurstin returned to the citadel for Irma, and discovered that no one had come forward to claim the twins yet. "No need to be upset, you two can stay with Irma and me at our parent's house until your family is found," Kurstin said.
With the riots quelled and the citizens undertaking to clean up and get back to normal, the small group is able to return to the Blacksteam house. Kurstin stands back with the twins as his parents nearly smother Irma Gertrude when they rush out to hug her and swing her around in a tight embrace. "Poor girl," Kurstin thought to himself. "They won't let her out of their sight for many ten-days..."
During the next week, Kurstin attended the only lecture still held after the riots at the University. He spent most of his time in the 'Fishery, crafting a new homonculus servant from the valuable gem he had acquired with his share of the rewards. He also studied, and copied, a useful item for any adventurer...a bag of holding!
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Scene 3
'Ahh, yesss, the treasure indeed! That was quite the reward the Queen bestowed upon us, well deserved, but generous nonetheless.' the smile that split the otherwise dour dwarves face was genuine and lit him up like a child on Dunemas. Reaching into his pouch he pulls out the small cigar case 'These treasures we found in Gundrun's lair are worth a fair bit as well, but I'm not sure they are ours to sell. I'd rather try to find their owners and return them if we can.'
4. To see if my house survived :)
Scene 4
After gathering up Dagnam and thanking everyone profusely, the cleric and his brother make their way back to his modest home in a quiet corner of the city. Well, home is overstating it. More like a base of operations for the search for Dagnam because that's all this place ever was. Most of the space was taken up by the forge and anvil that doubled as both work and worship for the cleric. He'd been lucky enough to find a space large enough for even this small a forge, but it left little room for the creature comforts. In fact, there was only the small cot he slept on and a small 3 legged stool he used to wolf down his meals. There was no space at all for Dagnam. The first night, Radgar bundled himself up and slept on the floor, but it was clear they would need to make other arrangements for the boy.
An unexpected conversation at the tavern the very next day presented a solution. A caravan was headed to Janderhoff, a caravan in need of extra blades in light of the chaos that had engulfed the city and kept the guard tied up. Radgar signed on, on the condition that his brother could ride along on the wagon. Getting his brother back to Janderhoff meant getting him home safe, home where the Stonebreakers could keep him close and keep him safe. Now, all he had to do was to find some place to sleep until the caravan left....
Scene 3:
As the party exited the claustrophobic confines of Castle Korvosa, Danse felt a strange sense of belonging with the group who aided him in slaying Gaedren. Nevertheless, his flashy smile glared across his features as he abruptly bowed towards the party in his usual ostentatious manner. He was secretly reassured the kids were being taken care of by Kurstin - Danse could never muster the coin or lodging they would need to survive. "Until the next show, Harrowers. Should you need me, the streets are my home. Keep your eyes peeled for Moroza and your ears open for my voice," the tattooed Half-Elf called, shaking a bony shoulder to rustle the perched, grumpy owl. "My work with eradicating the last of Gaedren's sheepdogs isn't complete. I wish you all well."
Scene 4:
House %: 26
Danse wandered through the streets at an unhurried, whimsical pace. His amused eyes danced between the crumbling buildings and not-quite-quenched fires still belching smoke in aftermath of the riots. The streets would never change - they were as volatile as the people who called them their homes. Sure, sleeping in the tavern was comfortable - Danse couldn't remember a night where his young bones didn't ache; he still mostly blames Gaedren for his injuries. Oh, well. He continued through the streets bathed in the glow of evening lanterns as he observed the quality of the homes gradually take a turn for the worse. The occupants who frequent the areas seem to reflect the gradual diminishing of luxury - brick facades and the scent of freshly baked bread from the town square gave way to ramshackle buildings with tattered residents. A light smile split his expression - truth be told, he would prefer nowhere besides the crime-infested streets of Old Korvosa. Nowhere else was quite as entertaining.
Walking with more coin than he ever dreamed of obtaining in his lifetime, Danse and his owl kept particularly keen gazes on the shadows and little urchins running around. Half of them were probably Halflings looking for some spare coin. He momentarily frowned as he found his miniscule arrangement of tent canvasses strewn into some semblance of shelter reduced to a pile of ashes. For residence, Danse would saunter into whatever decently furnished inn or tavern he could find within the district. He wasn't picky about lodging. Sleep, no matter how comfortable, is simply an annoying necessity for Danse.
Over the course of the week, he drifted through the streets - evidently the riots had died down - and utilized his new deck of cards to his advantage, incorporating new tricks that were a mixture of magic and simple manipulations to bedazzle his audiences. All the while, his eyes - and the watch of his owl always hanging behind or overhead - keep an eye out for the escaped bandit, Yargrin, or anyone who looks like they would know of his location.
Performance - 19
Scene 4:
Fargrim wandered back to the Boar and Bear tavern to find Grandol behind the bar as usual. Grandol wordlessly poured two ales and grabbed a plate of sausages and set up at a nearby table. Fargrim took a seat. They drank in silence for several minutes before Grandol finally spoke. "Are you stopping by or have you returned? I told you that I could always use a good dishwasher but I get the feeling you are meant for more."
"My friend's mission seems to be done for the moment. One of them is still looking for an associate of Lamm. I may be able to help. I'll probably do that."
Grandol sat passively with a slight smile. "Your room is still here. It's yours as long as you need it."
Fargrim left and went to the Pudding Trap pub. It was a rundown place that looked like it maybe once had been somewhat respectable, but those days were long past. It was dark even at mid-day and the only patrons looked like they had nowhere else to go. There was a smell of stale ale and a faint aroma of rot. Fargrim didn’t know if it was bad food he smelled or the place itself, but everything seemed slightly damp. He approached the bartender "Hey, I'm looking for Yargrin. Where can I find him?"
The bartender was a greasy looking human who barely looked up. "Never heard of him"
Fargrim placed his hammer on the bar and growled at the barkeep "Think harder before I come over there."
Intimidation 6
(You beat me to the punch @Rhanloi regarding sorting out the treasure! Feel free to assume that you were able to trade all the non magical items in the Castle for Gold before leaving.)
Danse:
Fargrim:
Kaisaras:
Kurstin:
Radgar:
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Radgar 6 and 118