As Fargrim attempted to slowly open the door, it squeaked louder than he would've hoped. Looking inside, the dwarf found a surprising sight: the trio of guards unconscious and tied up in the center of the room! From the corner of his eye, Fargrim noticed the slightest bit of movement - the curtains from an open window blowing inwards - before his world was upended and he ended up face first onto the floor of the room he had just entered. Moments later, a sharp blade was pressed lightly into the back of Fargrim's neck. The presence behind him did not move or make a sound as it/ they held their position seemingly waiting or deciding on something...
Let me know what you would like to do (if anything). As a note, with that perception roll, you didn't get a glimpse of what it was/ were that tripped you up.
??? Athletics Roll: 27
(@Fargrim, since you were considered Surprised in this situation and they rolled a Natural 20, I ruled in this one instance that you automatically lost the shove/ grapple attempt. In most other situations, I'd let you counter roll).
“Alright, let’s not do anything crazy.“ Fargrim grumbled as he lay on his face. “I’m going to get up slowly so we can talk. Or are you just gonna kill me?”
There was no reply at first from the presence(s) behind you. Eventually, a voice spoke to you and asked in a particularly strange and foreign accent, "Why you here? Not like others. Why you do what you do...?" The voice was masculine and the point of the blade did not budge from the back of Fargrim's neck.
Insight check from you Fargrim. (Plus whatever else you'd like to do/ say).
“You’re probably gonna kill me anyway so I might as well tell you the truth. I don’t really know these people. I’m trying to find someone and they said they’d tell me where he is if I helped them.”
You get the sense that neither of the voices you've heard so far is their real voice. They are probably messing with you.
In a completely differnt voice and attitude from before - this time, in a particularly high pitched, flowing and more articulate manner - the man replied, "I see... In light of your deeds from a couple weeks ago, I've decided to spare you in the hopes that this was just a minor slip-up, Fargrim; yes, I am quite aware of who you really are and what you've done. But I will be keeping an eye on you. And if you misstep again, well..." He paused momentarily as he applied a bit more pressure to the back of Fargrim's neck with his blade, "...I will not be nearly as forgiving." The preasure vanishing completely from Fargrim's neck, the voice added, "Regarding this Yargrin fellow you're searching for, I recommend that you find your tattoed friend. He seems to be on the right path..."
There was a long silence that followed. After about 30 seconds or so, Fargrim was able to come to the conclusion that he was now alone in the space with the tied up trio; how the figure had escaped with few ways in or out was a mystery. Around the same time as Fargrim rose to his feet, he heard a carriage approach and open. It seemed that the Lord of the manor had just returned...
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Fargrim looked around for the figure who held him at knifepoint but saw nobody. Hearing the carriage coming, he knew he couldn't move 3 unconscious people. He would leave them there and look for a way out back to the alley that they had come from where his armor was stashed.
In Fargrim's haste to leave the scene of the crime, the only path out of the manor that he was able to find was the one he originally entered. Luckily for him, he didn't run into trouble. With the head of the household returning earlier than expected, no one noticed one dwarf servant moving their way through and eventually out of the house through the back. As he made it back to the alleyway where his armor was thankfully still located, he could hear the cries of alarm ring out from the manor across the street. It seems that the unlucky trio had just been found much to the confusion of everyone inside. Above him, the silhouette of a masked figure stared down at Fargrim before slowly turning around and disappearing from view...
If there's anything minor you want to do for the last few days of this week, feel free to post it otherwise you are all set for this week
As a note everyone, my goal is to have Week #3 up tomorrow night. Sorry for the delays on my part but thanks for sticking with me!! You all are doing great!!! :)
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Although Kurstin was working extra long hours on his artificer invention for the competition, and studying into the late hours of the night, he was diligent in spending time with his sister and parents. Irma's abduction had taught him a hard lesson - nothing in life is guaranteed, especially happiness or time with those you loved. Sometimes he had Irma help him with his tinkering work. Other times he encouraged her to practice the 'skills' she had acquired with the Lambs. She actually taught him some fighting skills, and had several brilliant insights that helped Kurstin make some interesting adjustments to Ghost. They were working on the homunculus' artificial intelligence and algorithms, intending to use it for sparring practice, when they discovered it had the ability to serve as a combat assistant.
Kurstin had already adapted Ghost's levitation and thrust mechanisms to project a beam of force, but this week he discovered how to boost the power and range of it. But when Irma accidentally spilled some colored sugar crystal candy dust on the lens device, they discovered this force energy could be converted into a 15' gout of flames! That led to an impressive display of dexterity by Irma - she had the makings of a fine rogue.
As the end of the week, and the magic competition, approached... - d100: 7 - d20+Int: 5 : 21 : 13
Scene #2: With the Games fast approaching and spring in the air, Kaisaras didn't give himself room to be idle. With the more or less agreement of various individuals to form the Healer's Guild, Kaisaras spent the early part of his week finalizing fine details and corresponding with members of the 'Founding Council' for the guild to smooth over minor details and ideas. As he wrapped up the work on that end, he moved to restudy what information he had on the Guard. Their history, notable members, etc. He wanted to refresh his memory on what he'd need for the coming week, spending a day reading reports and other such information on what needed to be done, what had been done, and finally, a letter to his father inquiring about his intentions with the Guards.
In the final 3 days leading up to the meeting with Field Marshall Cressida with his siblings, Kaisaras sought the idea of upgrading his gear. Despite being from a military family, Kaisaras was far from being martial in being or training. His strengths lay in his mind and fighting the battles at home with words...the desire to be able to fight on par with others did exist, however, and he had slowly started to believe that if he couldn't match them with his body, perhaps he could using a buffer of sorts. He'd requisition an order to start upgrading his rapier, believing it was past due for such an upgrade, and debated on what minor improvement to invoke upon it. He eventually opted to forge it into a Moon Touched weapon, believing that such elegance would offer him some aura of authority, while also offering his blade the properties of being a magical weapon, so if nothing else, increasing its durability.
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Fargrim spent much of the week working in the kitchen at the Boar and Bear with his new Cook's Utensils. He was getting better at cooking and even made some better than decent meals for himself and Grandol.
In the evenings, Fargrim knew that he should probably keep looking for Yargrin but he was captivated by the idea of the Blackjack. He spent time in North Point looking for anything he could find that may lead him to the vigilante.
Investigation with added 1d8 superiority die for Tactical Assessment 62
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(No idea what's going on with the dice roller...)
To Danse, little else mattered aside from the pursuit of Yargin. Over the course of five days, Danse relentlessly stalked Silas from a distance, watching his every move like a hawk - well, rather, like an owl. Moroza fluttering silently overhead, Danse wandered through the network of Korvosa's streets and alleys - sometimes engaging an audience in an ostentatious display of skills and daring magical shows, other times skulking in the shadows with his hands on the hilts of his scimitars when shadowing the evasive Silas. Five days pass, and little of Danse's determination had waned. He continued to trail Silas for the time being - as a wandering performer, he found little need to keep a secure home; inns and taverns were always available for those who attracted attention - and when Danse needed to be, he sure was flashy. In doing so, Danse finally perfected his routine - a dazzling display of swordsmanship and illusion blended with magical tricks and an old, Elvish tune form Danse's form of entertainment - and, most certainly, combat - called the Bladesong!
Perception - 10 Investigation - 9
Danse is, however, inclined to investigate the old man's rumors about Yargin's soul wandering the area. In preparation to enter the Gray District, Danse comes up with a curious thought - if ghosts and such spirits were proven to be real, why couldn't he have a conversation with the one ghost he knew? While in some private room (or, if this doesn't work, Danse will try again in the former house of the late Zellara), Danse brought Zellara's deck, expertly flourished the cards in his elegant hands, and placed them down before him as the image of Zellara did. "Zellara - I am in need of possible assistance. While we have killed Gaedren, another of his men escaped - and, allegedly, is among the wandering dead. I know little of the subject so I once again seek your guidance - should you be listening, I would request more of your wisdom and knowledge. Furthermore - if you tracked Gaedren initially, I would be very glad to know of any additional servants not slain - and perhaps where they may be." Regardless of the outcome - or if there even is one, Danse trailed towards the Gray District in search of the wizened man.
If he has any spare time, Danse decided to poke around the more studious area (East Shore!). Apparently there were rumors of the Magical Games being held within Korvosa's walls? Danse wouldn't pass up an opportunity to witness the grand and fantastical - and perhaps learn or incorporate some of the magic into his own acts.
Investigation (at disadvantage): 13
(Level-up details: +1 first-level spell slot, 2 uses of Bladesong per long rest, and new spells of Mage Armor and Absorb Elements. Mage Armor is reskinned as Danse's stylish method of combat allowing him to be more elusive than normal by deflecting and redirecting attacks with his whirlwind of blades, while Absorb Elements represents Danse's ability to quickly react and dodge/deflect significant oncoming damage.)
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As the caravan approaches the gate, Radgar makes his way to the front, eager to join in the conversation and hear the latest news from his hometown. His halting attempts at conversation were never quite enough to break through the caravan leaders business like exchange with the guards and soon he found the entire company swept through the main gates and headed to the warehouse district.
Once the wagons were safely inside and the animals unhitched, Radgar's duties came to an end. At least until the return trip in three days, this time without his brother. His brother who hopped from one foot to the other with unbridled delight at being back home, eager to be free of the tedium of the caravan and ready to see his parents. Radgar clapped him on the shoulder and favored him with a broad smile. 'Aye boyyo, it's time to go home.'
Wandering through the quiet streets of East Shore – heavy with the military presence of the Brigade – Danse found it rather hard to believe that Yargrin would’ve been able to stay hidden in the district for as long as he had (though using that logic, he had to admit that it would’ve been a good spot to do so if he could’ve pulled it off). As he eventually made his way back across the bridge towards the heart of the city, he caught a glimpse of young Kurstin running late to class!
Time for some Rolls!
Make me a performance check
Make me a d20 +INT
Make a perception check
Fargrim:
Spending a few days walking through the North Point District, Fargrim was unable to find any leads related to the mysterious person who had spared their life. Though there was much talk about the incident and whispers of if Blackjack had finally returned, there wasn’t a trace of evidence – as far as Fargrim could tell – that he could’ve used as a clue to track down the figure or learn anything more about them… (unfortunately with a Nat 1, Fargrim wasn’t going to find much ☹)
Roll me a cooking check (d20 + INT or WIS + Proficiency)
Let me know if there's anything else you're interested in doing this week
Kaisaras:
As Kaisaras’ worked on finalizing his preparations for the meeting with the Guard, the door to his study slammed open. “I knew I’d find you in here studying!” a loud laughing voice announced from the hallway. “I thought you might’ve changed after your ‘adventure’, but I guess I was wrong…” the voice continued as they entered the space and took a seat on the other couch in the study. Without even needing to lift his eyes, Kaisaras was able to tell that the voice belonged to none other than his younger sister Arcadia (see image below). Tall with long dark hair and the build of someone used to fighting, Arcadia planted her heavy work boots onto the table – and over a stack of notes Kaisaras had been reviewing, before giving him a wide grin.
“So, father tells me I’m to join you tomorrow for your meeting with the Guard. What exactly is this all about? Is the High Marshal looking to chastise the Brigade? Is that why we’re going instead of Father!” she laughed out.
“This is why I’m glad he’s the heir of the family and not you Cadi.” A soft-spoken voice replied from the hallway before entering. “Because if that were the case, we’d be doomed!” Entering the room immediately after was a taller and lankier version of Kaisaras with more delicate features and wavy hair that nipped at his shoulders: Kaisaras’ youngest sibling Marcus. Taking a seat next to his sister, he added on, “Though to be fair, if Kaisaras was leading the Brigade on the front lines, I suppose we’d all be doomed then as well!”
We can play out some family bonding if you like or you can essentially “end the night” and I’ll move things along to the following day afterwards.
Kurstin:
Overall, things were looking up for Kurstin. His research and magical advancements were progressing at a rather dramatic pace; inventing something (his homunculus/ Cannon Hybrid) he was quite sure no one in Korvosa or beyond had created before. As for his family, the twins continued to adjust well to their new surroundings and were seemingly enjoying the dotting attention they received from his parents. As for Irma, while she was still a bit distant, working with Kurstin as he prepared for his review at the end of the week seemed to help her slowly come out of her shell.
Two days before the exam, as he entered the kitchen for breakfast, his mother asked him to fetch Irma who had not joined the twins to the kitchen as she usually did. Not thinking anything of it, Kurstin knocked on the door and entered the three children’s room to finding Irma completely covered underneath the sheets. As he sat on the bed and prepared to rouse her up, he quickly realized that something amiss. His fears became reality when he pulled the sheets to find only a few pillows underneath. It seemed that Irma had once again gone missing…
Irma’s gone missing! Your choices at the moment are the following:
If you choose to attempt to search for her, please make an investigation check (either in the bedroom or wherever else you’d like to do so). Note that searching for her will prohibit you from preparing for your exam (and making it more difficult)
If you choose to wait and hope she returns, please roll another d100 and a d20 + INT
If you want to do something else, let me know and we’ll go from there.
Radgar:
Shepherding Dagnam past the main gates, Radgar was led towards a large tunnel that descended deep below ground to the city proper. Janderhoff: A city of dwarven clans who had banded together long ago was a series of low-ceilinged rooms, tunnels and chambers, each set home to a particular clan that was connected to larger caverns where markets, public spaces and the like were held. Throughout the city, tunnels and shafts could be seen leading deep below ground where the dwarfs mined at the edge of the Underdark; each guarded by groups of soldiers, they made sure that the only things coming up from the depths where their kin or precious metals. And though each clan has it’s own variations on ornament and architectural style, the Symbology of the city – a gleaming-jewel encrusted hammer eclipsing a star – could be seen throughout…
Time for a family reunion! Please describe the (presumably) happy affair.
Note: The Stonebreakers do indeed have their own set of spaces within Janderhoff (not the oldest or largest space within the city but respectable within the community.)
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Kurstin will perform a quick search of the room - trying not to let his fears overtake his senses. (Investigation: 17) He checks the bed and the window for signs of a fight or forced entry, but leaving pillows shaped like a body sleeping was a standard trick for younglings who thought to sneak out of their rooms at night. Despite his initial instinct to immediately begin a search for her, Kurstin thought that perhaps she was trying out her skills and perhaps was just running late. He would cover for her with their parents for now, but if she didn't show up before nightfall he would reevaluate. (Unless his Investigation reveals something contrary to what I wrote - then I may revisit his actions =)
Kurstin's quick search of the room showed no signs of forced entry or conflict; most of her items seemed to still be in their normal place as well. He did find the window unlocked from the inside and deduced that that was most likely how she had left the house unseen.
Hoping that Irma would return on her own, Kurstin returned to kitchen and gave a hastily devised excuse to his parents for his little sister's absence before beginning the rest of his day as normal. With his sister still on his M.I.A, Kurstin found it difficult to focus on either his studies or his preparations for the exam in a couple days; his mind often drifting back to where Irma could've possibly gone and if she'd back anytime soon - if at all...
A bit anxious as he returned home, Kurstin was relieved to see his little sister sitting outside the family home with the twins. She seemed happy, carefree and guiltfree, as if she didn't realize that she had been caught (or didn't care).
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Danse's simultaneously focused yet carefree attitude stuck with him in all his meanderings around the East Shore. He flashed a quick grin towards Kurstin - perhaps Danse would get to see his inventions at work during the magical show. He bumbled around the streets, eyes both his own and his owl's scouring the vicinity for signs of Yargin-
Returning home early after making no progress on his new design, Kurstin was relieved to see Irma. Sitting next to her and making sure nobody else was near, he casually leaned over to bump shoulders with her and said, "Sooo...where were you this morning, little sis? Sneaking out to practice your skills? Or have you started taking an interest in boys of a sudden?" His grin and jovial voice indicated his humor at her escapade - but his dark eyes gave away his concern for her well-being.
"Arcadia. Marcus." Despite using their names and his usual stoic tone, Kaisaras was smiling upon seeing his siblings. Even if both had a habit of attempting to drive him up the walls, he had a deep love for his family and was happy to see Arcadia especially excell where he hadn't been able to. He'd offered a jesting eye roll towards his sister especially, "And I had thought that finally letting you go out on a mission would mellow you out, but still...." He offered a look of pity towards his sister as he leaned back into his chair, letting his smile turn into a slight smirk, he then offered a warmer gaze towards his little brother, "As for the front lines....well, I did manage pretty well on my own during my 'adventure', as Arcadia put it. So I wouldn't go far as to compare it to what would happen if we handed the reins to a certain muscle-brained madwoman."
Kaisaras would continue to bicker and jest back and forth with his siblings for a minute more before letting a chuckling sigh and standing up from his chair. His gaze and face took on a more serious air as he glanced towards his siblings, silently signaling to them he was being serious now. "As for the earlier remark, I reckon that father is testing us. The meeting tomorrow isn't a punishment or even an avoiding of one. During my outing, I came into contact with a number of influential figures, including Field Marshal Kroft, who asked me to inquire to father regarding a union of duties, or mutual support of the Brigade and the Guard." He gave his words a moment to sink in and be comprehended by both his siblings before continuing, though he did take a moment to push Aradia's foot off his documents at last. "I'm going as father's representative, and to hash out any needed documentation, Arcadia you'll be representing the interests of our people, the Brigade specifically, since you have a more grounded understanding of how things work with them than I can get by paper...if either of you have any opinions or insights on the matter, that would be appreciated." He'd pick up the papers, now dirtied by Arcadia's boots, and turn them over for either of his siblings to look over.
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Fargrim slowly creeps down the hall towards the open door. He peeks in.
Stealth 5
Perception 7
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??? Athletics Roll: 27
(@Fargrim, since you were considered Surprised in this situation and they rolled a Natural 20, I ruled in this one instance that you automatically lost the shove/ grapple attempt. In most other situations, I'd let you counter roll).
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“Alright, let’s not do anything crazy.“ Fargrim grumbled as he lay on his face. “I’m going to get up slowly so we can talk. Or are you just gonna kill me?”
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Fargrim:
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“You’re probably gonna kill me anyway so I might as well tell you the truth. I don’t really know these people. I’m trying to find someone and they said they’d tell me where he is if I helped them.”
insight 17
persuasion 14
(Mobile)
You get the sense that neither of the voices you've heard so far is their real voice. They are probably messing with you.
In a completely differnt voice and attitude from before - this time, in a particularly high pitched, flowing and more articulate manner - the man replied, "I see... In light of your deeds from a couple weeks ago, I've decided to spare you in the hopes that this was just a minor slip-up, Fargrim; yes, I am quite aware of who you really are and what you've done. But I will be keeping an eye on you. And if you misstep again, well..." He paused momentarily as he applied a bit more pressure to the back of Fargrim's neck with his blade, "...I will not be nearly as forgiving." The preasure vanishing completely from Fargrim's neck, the voice added, "Regarding this Yargrin fellow you're searching for, I recommend that you find your tattoed friend. He seems to be on the right path..."
There was a long silence that followed. After about 30 seconds or so, Fargrim was able to come to the conclusion that he was now alone in the space with the tied up trio; how the figure had escaped with few ways in or out was a mystery. Around the same time as Fargrim rose to his feet, he heard a carriage approach and open. It seemed that the Lord of the manor had just returned...
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Fargrim looked around for the figure who held him at knifepoint but saw nobody. Hearing the carriage coming, he knew he couldn't move 3 unconscious people. He would leave them there and look for a way out back to the alley that they had come from where his armor was stashed.
Investigation 7
Stealth 14
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Fargrim:
As a note everyone, my goal is to have Week #3 up tomorrow night. Sorry for the delays on my part but thanks for sticking with me!! You all are doing great!!! :)
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Although Kurstin was working extra long hours on his artificer invention for the competition, and studying into the late hours of the night, he was diligent in spending time with his sister and parents. Irma's abduction had taught him a hard lesson - nothing in life is guaranteed, especially happiness or time with those you loved. Sometimes he had Irma help him with his tinkering work. Other times he encouraged her to practice the 'skills' she had acquired with the Lambs. She actually taught him some fighting skills, and had several brilliant insights that helped Kurstin make some interesting adjustments to Ghost. They were working on the homunculus' artificial intelligence and algorithms, intending to use it for sparring practice, when they discovered it had the ability to serve as a combat assistant.
Kurstin had already adapted Ghost's levitation and thrust mechanisms to project a beam of force, but this week he discovered how to boost the power and range of it. But when Irma accidentally spilled some colored sugar crystal candy dust on the lens device, they discovered this force energy could be converted into a 15' gout of flames! That led to an impressive display of dexterity by Irma - she had the makings of a fine rogue.
As the end of the week, and the magic competition, approached...
- d100: 7
- d20+Int: 5 : 21 : 13
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Scene #2:
With the Games fast approaching and spring in the air, Kaisaras didn't give himself room to be idle. With the more or less agreement of various individuals to form the Healer's Guild, Kaisaras spent the early part of his week finalizing fine details and corresponding with members of the 'Founding Council' for the guild to smooth over minor details and ideas. As he wrapped up the work on that end, he moved to restudy what information he had on the Guard. Their history, notable members, etc. He wanted to refresh his memory on what he'd need for the coming week, spending a day reading reports and other such information on what needed to be done, what had been done, and finally, a letter to his father inquiring about his intentions with the Guards.
In the final 3 days leading up to the meeting with Field Marshall Cressida with his siblings, Kaisaras sought the idea of upgrading his gear. Despite being from a military family, Kaisaras was far from being martial in being or training. His strengths lay in his mind and fighting the battles at home with words...the desire to be able to fight on par with others did exist, however, and he had slowly started to believe that if he couldn't match them with his body, perhaps he could using a buffer of sorts. He'd requisition an order to start upgrading his rapier, believing it was past due for such an upgrade, and debated on what minor improvement to invoke upon it. He eventually opted to forge it into a Moon Touched weapon, believing that such elegance would offer him some aura of authority, while also offering his blade the properties of being a magical weapon, so if nothing else, increasing its durability.
Fargrim spent much of the week working in the kitchen at the Boar and Bear with his new Cook's Utensils. He was getting better at cooking and even made some better than decent meals for himself and Grandol.
In the evenings, Fargrim knew that he should probably keep looking for Yargrin but he was captivated by the idea of the Blackjack. He spent time in North Point looking for anything he could find that may lead him to the vigilante.
Investigation with added 1d8 superiority die for Tactical Assessment 6 2
(No idea what's going on with the dice roller...)
To Danse, little else mattered aside from the pursuit of Yargin. Over the course of five days, Danse relentlessly stalked Silas from a distance, watching his every move like a hawk - well, rather, like an owl. Moroza fluttering silently overhead, Danse wandered through the network of Korvosa's streets and alleys - sometimes engaging an audience in an ostentatious display of skills and daring magical shows, other times skulking in the shadows with his hands on the hilts of his scimitars when shadowing the evasive Silas. Five days pass, and little of Danse's determination had waned. He continued to trail Silas for the time being - as a wandering performer, he found little need to keep a secure home; inns and taverns were always available for those who attracted attention - and when Danse needed to be, he sure was flashy. In doing so, Danse finally perfected his routine - a dazzling display of swordsmanship and illusion blended with magical tricks and an old, Elvish tune form Danse's form of entertainment - and, most certainly, combat - called the Bladesong!
Perception - 10
Investigation - 9
Danse is, however, inclined to investigate the old man's rumors about Yargin's soul wandering the area. In preparation to enter the Gray District, Danse comes up with a curious thought - if ghosts and such spirits were proven to be real, why couldn't he have a conversation with the one ghost he knew? While in some private room (or, if this doesn't work, Danse will try again in the former house of the late Zellara), Danse brought Zellara's deck, expertly flourished the cards in his elegant hands, and placed them down before him as the image of Zellara did. "Zellara - I am in need of possible assistance. While we have killed Gaedren, another of his men escaped - and, allegedly, is among the wandering dead. I know little of the subject so I once again seek your guidance - should you be listening, I would request more of your wisdom and knowledge. Furthermore - if you tracked Gaedren initially, I would be very glad to know of any additional servants not slain - and perhaps where they may be." Regardless of the outcome - or if there even is one, Danse trailed towards the Gray District in search of the wizened man.
If he has any spare time, Danse decided to poke around the more studious area (East Shore!). Apparently there were rumors of the Magical Games being held within Korvosa's walls? Danse wouldn't pass up an opportunity to witness the grand and fantastical - and perhaps learn or incorporate some of the magic into his own acts.
Investigation (at disadvantage): 13
(Level-up details: +1 first-level spell slot, 2 uses of Bladesong per long rest, and new spells of Mage Armor and Absorb Elements. Mage Armor is reskinned as Danse's stylish method of combat allowing him to be more elusive than normal by deflecting and redirecting attacks with his whirlwind of blades, while Absorb Elements represents Danse's ability to quickly react and dodge/deflect significant oncoming damage.)
Persuasion 1
As the caravan approaches the gate, Radgar makes his way to the front, eager to join in the conversation and hear the latest news from his hometown. His halting attempts at conversation were never quite enough to break through the caravan leaders business like exchange with the guards and soon he found the entire company swept through the main gates and headed to the warehouse district.
Once the wagons were safely inside and the animals unhitched, Radgar's duties came to an end. At least until the return trip in three days, this time without his brother. His brother who hopped from one foot to the other with unbridled delight at being back home, eager to be free of the tedium of the caravan and ready to see his parents. Radgar clapped him on the shoulder and favored him with a broad smile. 'Aye boyyo, it's time to go home.'
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Danse:
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Fargrim:
Kaisaras:
“So, father tells me I’m to join you tomorrow for your meeting with the Guard. What exactly is this all about? Is the High Marshal looking to chastise the Brigade? Is that why we’re going instead of Father!” she laughed out.
“This is why I’m glad he’s the heir of the family and not you Cadi.” A soft-spoken voice replied from the hallway before entering. “Because if that were the case, we’d be doomed!” Entering the room immediately after was a taller and lankier version of Kaisaras with more delicate features and wavy hair that nipped at his shoulders: Kaisaras’ youngest sibling Marcus. Taking a seat next to his sister, he added on, “Though to be fair, if Kaisaras was leading the Brigade on the front lines, I suppose we’d all be doomed then as well!”
Kurstin:
Two days before the exam, as he entered the kitchen for breakfast, his mother asked him to fetch Irma who had not joined the twins to the kitchen as she usually did. Not thinking anything of it, Kurstin knocked on the door and entered the three children’s room to finding Irma completely covered underneath the sheets. As he sat on the bed and prepared to rouse her up, he quickly realized that something amiss. His fears became reality when he pulled the sheets to find only a few pillows underneath. It seemed that Irma had once again gone missing…
Radgar:
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Kurstin will perform a quick search of the room - trying not to let his fears overtake his senses. (Investigation: 17) He checks the bed and the window for signs of a fight or forced entry, but leaving pillows shaped like a body sleeping was a standard trick for younglings who thought to sneak out of their rooms at night. Despite his initial instinct to immediately begin a search for her, Kurstin thought that perhaps she was trying out her skills and perhaps was just running late. He would cover for her with their parents for now, but if she didn't show up before nightfall he would reevaluate. (Unless his Investigation reveals something contrary to what I wrote - then I may revisit his actions =)
71 : 23
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Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Kurstin:
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
Danse's simultaneously focused yet carefree attitude stuck with him in all his meanderings around the East Shore. He flashed a quick grin towards Kurstin - perhaps Danse would get to see his inventions at work during the magical show. He bumbled around the streets, eyes both his own and his owl's scouring the vicinity for signs of Yargin-
Performance: 16
1d20+Intelligence: 5
Perception: 3
Returning home early after making no progress on his new design, Kurstin was relieved to see Irma. Sitting next to her and making sure nobody else was near, he casually leaned over to bump shoulders with her and said, "Sooo...where were you this morning, little sis? Sneaking out to practice your skills? Or have you started taking an interest in boys of a sudden?" His grin and jovial voice indicated his humor at her escapade - but his dark eyes gave away his concern for her well-being.
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"Arcadia. Marcus." Despite using their names and his usual stoic tone, Kaisaras was smiling upon seeing his siblings. Even if both had a habit of attempting to drive him up the walls, he had a deep love for his family and was happy to see Arcadia especially excell where he hadn't been able to. He'd offered a jesting eye roll towards his sister especially, "And I had thought that finally letting you go out on a mission would mellow you out, but still...." He offered a look of pity towards his sister as he leaned back into his chair, letting his smile turn into a slight smirk, he then offered a warmer gaze towards his little brother, "As for the front lines....well, I did manage pretty well on my own during my 'adventure', as Arcadia put it. So I wouldn't go far as to compare it to what would happen if we handed the reins to a certain muscle-brained madwoman."
Kaisaras would continue to bicker and jest back and forth with his siblings for a minute more before letting a chuckling sigh and standing up from his chair. His gaze and face took on a more serious air as he glanced towards his siblings, silently signaling to them he was being serious now. "As for the earlier remark, I reckon that father is testing us. The meeting tomorrow isn't a punishment or even an avoiding of one. During my outing, I came into contact with a number of influential figures, including Field Marshal Kroft, who asked me to inquire to father regarding a union of duties, or mutual support of the Brigade and the Guard." He gave his words a moment to sink in and be comprehended by both his siblings before continuing, though he did take a moment to push Aradia's foot off his documents at last. "I'm going as father's representative, and to hash out any needed documentation, Arcadia you'll be representing the interests of our people, the Brigade specifically, since you have a more grounded understanding of how things work with them than I can get by paper...if either of you have any opinions or insights on the matter, that would be appreciated." He'd pick up the papers, now dirtied by Arcadia's boots, and turn them over for either of his siblings to look over.