D&D Act Two Scene I - Places to go

Fourier

Long ago two empires fought a magical war, destroying eachother. In the changed world that followed arose the city of Soetrard.

A group of adventurers has set out from Soetrard on a mission from Askit, a Cleric of the city's patron god Soet, to retrieve the blood of a god from an ancient tower. Journeying first to Thurmunton they mingled with the local townsfolk before unearthing the tomb of Tumuz and a temple to Soet beneath.

The temple, it turned out, in fact housed an aspect of Soet. The group eventually thwarted the god and escaped with some goods, but not before one of them died only to rise again as a vampire.

They then found their way to Dwarrowtown, a dwarven city beneath the massive Sanderjarn mountain. Here they learned of an ancient cult atop the mountain and hiked the slopes to stop it. They faced many hardships, including an avalanche on their ascent.

Reaching the top, they found a hunting lodge for all the villages that used to exist along the mountain's slopes. The hunting lodge sat over the cult's headquarters. The cult itself turned out to be an older form of Askit's cult. The Cleric was there in person, eager to make another being like himself, for the other Clerics of Soet had long turned mindless, mere puppets of the god. He attempted to use a homegrown lesser god, the Mother, for this task, but was killed by the party. This caused the dead to rise, killing and zombifying a former team mate.

Later the party delved deeper and found within the tombs of the rulers of Kyrtin, one of the Ancient Empires, but the kings of Kyrtin are not forgiving, two of their number fell. They escaped with treasures, back to Dwarrowtown. The tower with the blood would have to wait and the wrecklands in which it is located. They remain in Dwarrowtown, which is where we find them now.....



A few days pass in Dwarrowtown at the base of Sanderjarn.

Ekbard spends the while teaching the dwarfs how to handle a sword during the day and drinking ale by night. The stay-at-home dwarves are fascinated and frightened by his tales of the sea and his recent adventures.

Moy the Cleric spreads the good word of Nír, manages a few converts among the notoriously stubborn dwarves. More than a few are impressed by his Clerical knowledge of evil creatures and how to deal with them. Handy for the deeper dwarven tunnels.

Goodie managed to come down the mountain after a day, speeding into Dwarrowtown so fast the guards barely got a look. At the local tavern the dwarves wheel out an aiming board for him each night, he hits the bullseye every time.

Othegre has learned to control her vampirism better and discovers deeper talents given to her by her undead state.

BandyLegs the dwarf, now a hulking contruction representing the pinnacle of the dwarf race's mastery of steel and flesh, spent the early days getting used to his new body. Arms and Legs outfitted once more and his ears replaced, the new form is not as subtle as flesh, but stronger.

BandyLegs is called before the Master's council:
"Cleric McGillicuddy, I believe you know our guest?"

BandyLegs turns to see Citra in human form.

"Hello dwarf, can you explain this?"

She hands him a later from far beyond Zassan. A letter detailing a civil war in the kingdom of Osinzir. Somehow word has reached them of their princess's death and rival factions have used this to seize upon the royal family. They have turned to Citra to find them aid in this pressing time.

"Xanthea and her family have been good to me. You help them out of this situation or I will burn you alive within that tin can of a body!!"

The masters gulp.

"Further more, I think you are a bit more aware of Soet now, perhaps some comprehension of the danger the city and my children are in, eh? We need to get into that tower. Ursula, the former owner, is buried in Osinzir. I suggest you get to her tomb."

BandyLegs's head reels at the implications. They'll have to journey to Zassan and then beyond to Osinzir.

"A member of her family is coming here to meet you. I've arranged it"

Citra leaves, with a message for another.

Othegre is practicing wall walking when Citra enters her tavern room:
"Cleric, a letter, I am an arachnophile myself. I am aware of their 'deeper' connection to the world and I know of your Simon and the truth of what he is. I came across this."

She hands Othegre an issue of a crypto-archnology journal, specialising in magic or supernatural eight-legged creatures. A female of Simon's species has been found. They would form the last mating pair of Arachnus Urnoosis in the world. She is to be auctioned in the beast pits of Zassan.

Moy the Cleric:
Moy is telling the dwarven children about Nír when he receives a vision. The temple at Zassan under attack. Brother Tyrs in grave peril. He thanks the children for listening to him and rushes to a herald to hear any news from Zassan.

Ekbard the Nerosian:
Ekbard is impressing the locals by lifting a dwarven man aloft with but an arm. He nearly drops the man when he sees a stern looking man walking toward him. Even stranger when he speaks Nerosian.

"Ravenseye, it's been too long. Kuldur has risen again! The elders sent me here for you."

The man rolls back his sleeve revealing the sun within a wheel symbol of Pulstan, his home isle.

Goodie the Vetern Halfling:
Goodie practices his bowman-ship. No need, he's near flawless, but this is a halfling who accepts only perfection. He wonders where the party will go next. He hopes not the road to Zassan. He has stayed away from the Shire for as long as he could. The wrecklands would be preferable to that road. The charming bucolic scenery found within his homeland belies a hypocritical truth that Goodie does not want to deal with.

BandyLegs
"A terrible journey to undertake Cleric" says one of the masters. "To Zassan, no to even Osinzir. However in a way it is a boon, possibly Vergadain's work, for our cousins, the fire dwarves, have reported a riot at Dwacatra. They need our help, it lies a mile off the shore of Zassan. On the way to the Nerosian archipelago, but I am sure you know this, son of Brandywine.

We keep within our dungeons here in Dwarrowtown a thief, the only ever to escape the rock. Human of course, scoundrals always are, he goes by Kalgay Sharpshard. I think you'll need him."

Osinzir emissary's caravan:
Theophylaktos, Flak to friends, hurries for his life to fulfill an order. Why do these nobels have to travel with so many bloody retainers and why bring a mobile tavern?

Who knows? He's just glad to sneak a look at his spellbook instead of a cookbook when he has the chance. It's bloody freezing here up North. Still though, a dwarven city, should be interesting. No magical talent though, what a dull race.

He sees the doors of Dwarrowtown before the caravan, what awaits him he wonders. A chance to escape this humdrum nonsense? Adventures? Treasure? Nah, he's just dreaming. However it's a dream that feels all the more real as the Osinzir banners march beneath the gates...

Necro

Bandylegs paces the master's council room.

'Xanthea... Dwacatra....Tower... Soet...

Ye lads are hidin' a lot from me. I've already told ye all about Askit, I did as ye asked. Now, tell me - did you know of Vergadain's vessel? I was unable to locate it, due to The Butcher tearing me arms from me body. I have no wish to revisit that dank, cold tomb anytime soon.

What of the army of undead? How have they risen?'

He pauses as he thinks how to word the next part of his question.

'Surely as masters ye know the name of McGillicuddy is dirt in Dwacatra. Me father saw to that with the way he died. I cannae go back! But... if Vergadain wills it... I trust ye will inform the masters o'nearby Dhurn Dharal not to interfere. I have no love for them, or their forcing the will o'Dumathoin on the city. I cannae promise I'll hold me temper if they get involved!'

Bandylegs again clunks back and forth, his mind spinning with all the information as he awaits an answer.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

What of the army of undead? How have they risen?'

"A powerful....being....holds their souls in his thrall. They cannot leave to the afterlife. We are safe due to ancient packs. The human cities not so. However they have not been spotted on the mountains for days. The entity is obviously biding its time."

Necrominus wrote: »

'Surely as masters ye know the name of McGillicuddy is dirt in Dwacatra. Me father saw to that with the way he died. I cannae go back! But... if Vergadain wills it... I trust ye will inform the masters o'nearby Dhurn Dharal not to interfere. I have no love for them, or their forcing the will o'Dumathoin on the city. I cannae promise I'll hold me temper if they get involved!'

"You know we must, we are honour bound as dwarves, all children of the stone. However you share our love of Vergadain and we protect our own. They will not pester you."

Now, tell me - did you know of Vergadain's vessel?

"As for Vergadain's vessel. Yes, we knew."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"As for Vergadain's vessel. Yes, we knew."

'Ye WHAT? And ye allowed that lunatic Askit and others to defoul his vessel?

I don't mean to tell ye yer business, but that blasted Askit is the reason for Xanthea's death. If it wasn't fer him we wouldn't have be on that mountain.

So if ye see Citra... y'know what, ne'er mind. I'll tell her meself.

Look, great masters, I dinnae want te argue with ye too much. Ye have yer reasons fer being' so secretive, and that be fine by me. I will ask that as Citra is askin' me to undertake these quests, that ye provide me party with some compensation fer our efforts on said mountain top.

Or, at the very least, a number of capable dwarven warriors to aid us on our journey.'

OldGoat

Flak is busy serving food to the nobles and their staff - mostly the staff as they progress on the trail in their gilded carriages. As usual when he is in the riding on the footplate of the carriages dishing out the spitroast pork or jellied eel that had been ordered he listens to chatter in the carriage. If he overhears any scandal, particularly if it's salacious, he knows that he find a seat around the guards campfires. It's always good to be on friendly terms with the guards.

Tigger

Goodie takes his share of the treasure tomanmerchant for appraisal
He takes his potions to a magic used for labelling
Then he goes in search of a lead on getting a master crafted longbow

Banjo

Othegre thanks the workman for his speed and discretion. As soon as he's gone she bars the door.
"I told you this wasn't over!" She shouts at the chair on the roof. Slowly step by step she makes her way up the wall, focussing furiously like a cheap camera in low light - instinctively she wipes the sweat from her brow but there's nothing there. But it's working. She allows herself a squeal. As she approaches the transition from wall to roof, her concentration wavers and she falls, forgetting to catch herself and landing in a heap. Nir whines and cocks her head. "You weren't there! You wouldn't understand!"

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

Ekbard the Nerosian:
Ekbard is impressing the locals by lifting a dwarven man aloft with but an arm. He nearly drops the man when he sees a stern looking man walking toward him. Even stranger when he speaks Nerosian.

"Ravenseye, it's been too long. Kuldur has risen again! The elders sent me here for you."

The man rolls back his sleeve revealing the sun within a wheel symbol of Pulstan, his home isle.

Ekbard wonders to himself, "who the hell is this guy and why does he believe we have met before. How much did I have to drink last night?"

He then tries his best to gauge for signs of deception and says,
"Hey chap, I see the symbol, I know where you're from, but you'll have to tell me more and stop speakin' in riddles as you have me at a loss here.
Who or what is Kuldur?
How did the elders hear word of where I am?
Why would they bother sending anyone to me?"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Or, at the very least, a number of capable dwarven warriors to aid us on our journey.'

The masters consult with each other.

"We will grant you the use of five of our greatest warriors. We understand your feelings, but it is best as few know about Vergadain's body as possible. Though this Askit was unknown to us. We are all adventures here, past or present, it is part of the risks."

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

If he overhears any scandal, particularly if it's salacious, he knows that he find a seat around the guards campfires. It's always good to be on friendly terms with the guards.

One of the nobles notices Flak.

"Boy, come here. Show us that trick." The other nobles lean over on their leisure couches "This one is a genuinely capable of magic. Show us something"

Flak's spellbook currently has:
Read languages
Resist Cold
Resist Fire

The first two have been no problem for him. He is getting good enough at working out the metamathemagical equations on the spot that the hand gestures come almost effortlessly to him. Getting the equations and gestures into memory is only taking him twenty minutes now.

That Resist Fire, or "Kaxidorea's agency of imperceptible thermal obstinacy" to use the title in the book itself, was a different story. He actually got a headache last week from just holding half of the necessary information in his head. Temporary memory loss as well.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The masters consult with each other.

"We will grant you the use of five of our greatest warriors. We understand your feelings, but it is best as few know about Vergadain's body as possible. Though this Askit was unknown to us. We are all adventures here, past or present, it is part of the risks."

Bandylegs nods.

'Thankee sirs. You can tell them I will send for them whence we leave. Now, before I depart to begin preparing for the arduous journeys and perils we might face, I have two further questions.

One, I share this knowledge with only you, great masters. One of our party be a.....vampire. We have had some... problems in getting her to control the hunger... but she is an asset. I know they be forbidden by dwarven law... but do the scrolls tell of anything that may help to suppress the beast?

My second question is of this thief you speak of. Where may I find him, and if he is in fact of aid to us, will you grant leave for him to depart in my company? I'll not be takin any responsibility if he escapes, mind... but I think the lure of gold mayhap be a way to get him to focus his thievin' fer our benefit.'

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

Goodie takes his share of the treasure tomanmerchant for appraisal
He takes his potions to a magic used for labelling
Then he goes in search of a lead on getting a master crafted longbow

Goodie is pointed toward the Osinzir embassy that has recently arrived. Dwarfs don't do magic or bows he is told.

The merchant gives Goodie a fair price for the treasure.

OOC: Was there a special item in the treasure? Otherwise it's just what ye worked out in the previous thread.

Necro

OOC: Just the piano that Ekbard has :P The rest is what we worked out

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Who or what is Kuldur?
How did the elders hear word of where I am?
Why would they bother sending anyone to me?"

The man looks a bit surprised.

"Kuldur....I suppose you were only a child. I will tell you more if you accompany me to that tavern across the way. Why we have called you, will men of your talent are rare on the isles and we cannot call on foreigners"

OOC: A Level 5 fighter is roughly 1 in 4,000 of the adult population. Assuming Pulstan to be Munster sized with roughly 16th century (D&D is sort of 16th century technologically, i.e. early Renaissance) population demographics, that gives ~80 people of your capability on the island. A level 5 fighter is equivalent to a single eschille (medieval five-ten man unit) during war.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

Goodie is pointed toward the Osinzir embassy that has recently arrived. Dwarfs don't do magic or bows he is told.

The merchant gives Goodie a fair price for the treasure.

OOC: Was there a special item in the treasure? Otherwise it's just what ye worked out in the previous thread.

ook i found a ring on one of the undead corpses

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

ook i found a ring on one of the undead corpses

"Oooh, this is old, old Kyrtin craftsmanship. 240GP would seem to be the worth to me"

OOC: Goodie gets 240XP as this was removed purely by him from a solo mini-dungeon.

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

The man looks a bit surprised.

"Kuldur....I suppose you were only a child. I will tell you more if you accompany me to that tavern across the way. Why we have called you, will men of your talent are rare on the isles and we cannot call on foreigners"

Edbard accompanies the man to the tavern.

Banjo

Othegre rereads the missive from the dragon. "I can't help wondering how she tastes. Whaddya thi- nah, I could, if I caught her by su- ah what do you know, you eat bugs. Nir knows what I'm talkin' about, dontcha girl?"

Nir buries her snout in her paws.

"Thanks for the support. Hey, Si Si, you never told me you were collectable! How much are you worth?... I have to ask, I'm gonna buy you a girlfriend!... Not like that! Wait, do spiders do that?...No way! I always wondered those were! But no, this would be more of a full time gig. You're the last male of your kind! You have a duty to work that booty. And I'm going to help! Maybe all that God slaying treasure hording was just a bit of fun.THIS is why I'm here! This is why we were sent! We're going to Zassan to save your species!"

Ooc : I'm going to need info on Zassan or I'm in danger of making **** up again!

"Whaddya mean 'back'? And of course we're going, your bride awaits!.... I'm sure she's gorgeous! And funny! And you're going to sperm-web the crap out of that fighting pit!... No, I don't know any guys like that. But maybe some day I'll have a sperm web of my own... Well, no but how else could it- OH GROSS! Stop it, I'll puke. I think. I don't know if that still happens. Speaking of puke, we need to do something about him."

She jerks a thumb a Saeros' corpse sat in the remaining chair.

"Even I'm starting to notice the smell. You think there's a forest on the way to Zassan? We could just leave him here, I mean who would know? Anyway, sun's going down. Bandy says I can't feed in the city, they'll kill me or worse so I'm going out to seek donations from any generous passing caravans... Of course I'll be polite. C'mon Nir, walkies!"

Ooc. For her night time sorties she has regular slightly evilish clothes, so I'm assuming leather armor stats and costs, and a hooded cloak. I'm nothing if not derivative!

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

One, I share this knowledge with only you, great masters. One of our party be a.....vampire. We have had some... problems in getting her to control the hunger... but she is an asset. I know they be forbidden by dwarven law... but do the scrolls tell of anything that may help to suppress the beast?

"Death" says the black-bearded master.

"Now, now Khukhit, I actually knew one. They are calmer as they age. Though frighteningly more powerful as they age. A human strong with magic may have an answer, but among our race I'm afraid we know little."

Necrominus wrote: »

My second question is of this thief you speak of. Where may I find him, and if he is in fact of aid to us, will you grant leave for him to depart in my company? I'll not be takin any responsibility if he escapes, mind... but I think the lure of gold mayhap be a way to get him to focus his thievin' fer our benefit.'

"He is in the dungeons in the lower levels, near the magma pits. We have no issue with you taking him, there is a chance he is innocent and the crime only deserves two years.

Although what crime found him in Dwacatra, we know not"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : I'm going to need info on Zassan or I'm in danger of making **** up again!

Ooc. For her night time sorties she has regular slightly evilish clothes, so I'm assuming leather armor stats and costs, and a hooded cloak. I'm nothing if not derivative!

OOC: Othegre would not know much of Zassan, but would know the generic impression. An Arabian Nights/Aladdin kind of a place.

Clothes seem fine to me.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Othegre would not know much of Zassan, but would know the generic impression. An Arabian Nights/Aladdin kind of a place.

Clothes seem fine to me.

Ooc. It's not for her. Simon knows and doesn't want to go back.

Also he's going to end up describing the bug pits, and you don't want my solution to the "how do more than 2 people watch a bug fight" becoming part of the story...

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc. It's not for her. Simon knows and doesn't want to go back.

Also he's going to end up describing the bug pits, and you don't want my solution to the "how do more than 2 people watch a bug fight" becoming part of the story...

OOC: Zassan is basically an Arabian Nights city-state. There's the city itself, which is probably all Simon saw. It's larger than Soetrard, but more advanced and highly educated, most people can read for example.

The beast pits usually host the females of arachnids, who are larger than an adult human.

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

One of the nobles notices Flak.

"Boy, come here. Show us that trick." The other nobles lean over on their leisure couches "This one is a genuinely capable of magic. Show us something"

Flak's spellbook currently has:
Read languages
Resist Cold
Resist Fire

The first two have been no problem for him. He is getting good enough at working out the metamathemagical equations on the spot that the hand gestures come almost effortlessly to him. Getting the equations and gestures into memory is only taking him twenty minutes now.

That Resist Fire, or "Kaxidorea's agency of imperceptible thermal obstinacy" to use the title in the book itself, was a different story. He actually got a headache last week from just holding half of the necessary information in his head. Temporary memory loss as well.

"Ladies and gents, my magics are of poor quality and of even poorer entertainment value.
I COULD show you how I can read languages that are unknown to me but that is as entertaining as listening to Edmond the court historian in a lecturing mood.
I COULD show you how I can magically resist cold but the sight of me running naked into a lake, though impressive, would also be unlikely to be entertaining.

However, there is something I'm working on. I am not good at it, in fact it thus-far eludes me completely but it has this advantage...if I succeed or if I fail you will be entertained."

He smiles and bows diplomatically allowing the members of the carriage decide which spell he should use. Having a nobles* approval could open many doors.

OOC: I'm in the running for a Noble Prize in Magic! BaDumTish

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Death" says the black-bearded master.

"Now, now Khukhit, I actually knew one. They are calmer as they age. Though frighteningly more powerful as they age. A human strong with magic may have an answer, but among our race I'm afraid we know little."

Bandylegs laughs at Khukit.

'Aye, ye sound a lot like me friend Moy... ye wouldn't be familiar with Nír would ye? Also Xanthea... *sighs* but I prefer not to dwell on Xanthea. She rests now with her love.'

"He is in the dungeons in the lower levels, near the magma pits. We have no
issue with you taking him, there is a chance he is innocent and the crime only
deserves two years.

Although what crime found him in Dwacatra, we know
not"

'Very well, lead the way and I'll speak to 'im, see if he knows anything helpful.'

sKeith

On his walk over to the Tavern with the stern looking man Ekbard recalls drinking the potion the previous night, but still has not felt it has any effect, maybe it didnt have the effects that the instructions described afterall, ah well, maybe ill notice some effects later.

ooc: ekbard wished for chaisma -2 and intelliegence +1 and wisdowm +1

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

On his walk over to the Tavern with the stern looking man Ekbard recalls drinking the potion the previous night, but still has not felt it has any effect, maybe it didnt have the effects that the instructions described afterall, ah well, maybe ill notice some effects later.

ooc: ekbard wished for chaisma -2 and intelliegence +1 and wisdowm +1

As they walk to the tavern, the magic in the potion overrides natural law and alters Ekbard's brain. Neurons are reworked for improved thinking and insight, at the expense of his social skills as Ekbard's brain is wired to be like one of fifteen brains from which the potion was distilled.

The pulls out a seat for Ekbard and orders a beer, a weak one, the dwarves drink strong stuff.

"Ye're still aware of what the Elders teach, that our island used to be a piece of some afterlife before she landed in the seas of the material plane?"

Mollyb60

Kal hangs out in his hot cell, naked due to the heat from the nearby magma. He has long since removed his manacles and dismantled them out of boredom. He's also long since given up on shouting to the prison guards about his innocence. Either they can't hear him through the heavy iron doors or they just don't care. Probably a bit of both.

He keeps boredom at bay by drawing on the walls of his cell with one of the bolts from the manacle. He has plans for wild machines that fly or can travel faster than a horse. And new types of armour too of course. It keeps him amused to think out the possibilities. And it stops him from thinking about his sorry plight.

The only way he has to keep track of how long he's been here is by drawing a notch on the wall by his bed every time a meal gets shoved through his food slot [OOC: not a euphemism]. Today is meal number 137. The same food as always; hunk of bread, some sort of stew that he's sure is made from rats and a cup of water.

He hasn't seen the sun since he escaped from Dwacatra. And before that it was another 300 or so days since he was arrested and thrown into that hole and forgotten about. It still amused him how easy it was to escape the rock. The guards didn't even see it coming. To them, he just disappeared. He often laughs to himself imagining those stupid dwarfs scratching their heads about his disappearance. At least it's warm in this dungeon. He never did like the cold. But it's harder to escape from this one, the magma is all around, he can feel it through the walls and isn't sure that if he knocked through a wall here it wouldn't just all pour in and wipe him away. Sometimes that doesn't sound too bad, most of the time though it's a terrible idea. So instead he bides his time, thinking about possibilities and coming up with madcap schemes to get himself out of this mess.

sKeith

"Look, I've long forgotten all the childish fairy tales that I was told growing up, I left Pulstan because there was nothing there for me. I've had more fun in the last 4 years, even with all the dangers, than I ever had on Polstan, I just didn't fit in there, and i defintely don't remember the elders ever taking notice of me when i was there. If you want me to go back, then you're gonna have to convince me why, cause I don't have any love for that island anymore. If you say you need me, and its something that a foreniger can't do, then do your convincing." Ekbard lowers the drink, contemplates and says, "This drink, I like it,", he smashes the empty container on the ground while proclaiming "ANOTHER!"

Necro

OOC: Ekbard is now channelling Thor presumably :pac:

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Very well, lead the way and I'll speak to 'im, see if he knows anything helpful.'

The masters instruct the guards to take BandyLegs to the dungeons.

OOC: Ironically, an actual dungeon (i.e. prison) is rarely a dungeon (treasure and xp area).

He descends through ten layers of tunnels. The city itself only occupies the main cavern and some side tunnels, most of these lower ones are mines. He eventually is lead to the magma pits.

The heat from the magma pits is intense, even worse they are near blinding with the heat they give out. BandyLegs's infravision is flooded. Obviously a prison designed with dwarfs in mind.

He hears a door being unlocked. Through the heat, in the room he sees something cooler, human body heat in the shape of a man.

"Kalgay Sharpshard, you have a visitor" shouts the head guard.

Tigger

To the osinzir embassy with the haste of a x2 hafling

Mollyb60

The extra light streaming into the cell burns Kal's eyes. It's been so long since he saw anything more than a red glow.
'Wha...whats happening? Who goes there?'

Necro

Bandylegs, still blinded by the excess heat, steps into the cell.

'The name be Cleric McGillicuddy. Bandylegs to those who he be friendly with. The masters say ye might be of use to me in the comin' days. What ye know of Dwacatra? Don't tarry now, laddie. I have no love fer the place, me father used ter serve as a prison guard there before he met with an....'

Bandylegs stops himself.

'Ne'er mind. The masters have need fer me in Dwacatra, if ye'd be willin' to accompany me once they explain what the issue be, I can get ye outta here. There's also some other stuff... but I need ter get ter know ye before I decide whether ye can be trusted.... so... what say ye?'

Mollyb60

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs, still blinded by the excess heat, steps into the cell.

'The name be Cleric McGillicuddy. Bandylegs to those who he be friendly with. The masters say ye might be of use to me in the comin' days. What ye know of Dwacatra? Don't tarry now, laddie. I have no love fer the place, me father used ter serve as a prison guard there before he met with an....'

Bandylegs stops himself.

'Ne'er mind. The masters have need fer me in Dwacatra, if ye'd be willin' to accompany me once they explain what the issue be, I can get ye outta here. There's also some other stuff... but I need ter get ter know ye before I decide whether ye can be trusted.... so... what say ye?'

Kals eyes widen. 'Truly? You can get me out of here?' he croaks. He hasn't spoken to a real person in what feels like an age. He tosses his head in the direction of the guards; 'and what do these guys think of that? From my estimates I've at least another 480 days left to rot in here.'

He grabs his trousers and throws them on hastily while he speaks. 'Dunno what you want me to tell you, I'm an armourer from a small town called Aston. Bout half a day's ride from Zassan. Pissed off the wrong people, got thrown on the rock for nothing, so I endeavoured to remedy the situation. Heh heh. Headed north from there seeing as how I couldn't return home but those filthy bastards had a call out for me and I was arrested as soon as I walked through the gates here. Been melting away in this cell ever since. Get me out of here and I'll be mighty greatful Mr Legs.'

sKeith

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: Ekbard is now channelling Thor presumably :pac:

ooc: yeah, that was sort of in response to "at the expense of his social skills " lol. he's still getting used to the effects.

Necro

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Kals eyes widen. 'Truly? You can get me out of here?' he croaks. He hasn't spoken to a real person in what feels like an age. He tosses his head in the direction of the guards; 'and what do these guys think of that? From my estimates I've at least another 480 days left to rot in here.'

He grabs his trousers and throws them on hastily while he speaks. 'Dunno what you want me to tell you, I'm an armourer from a small town called Aston. Bout half a day's ride from Zassan. Pissed off the wrong people, got thrown on the rock for nothing, so I endeavoured to remedy the situation. Heh heh. Headed north from there seeing as how I couldn't return home but those filthy bastards had a call out for me and I was arrested as soon as I walked through the gates here. Been melting away in this cell ever since. Get me out of here and I'll be mighty greatful Mr Legs.'

Bandylegs averts his eyes to avoid the dangly bits.

'Ahem. Nice to put yer trousers on at least. Look, the masters 'ere have a job fer us near or around Dwacatra. Ye come with me, help me out with yer... ahem... knowledge of the place, and yer free to leave this place. I cannae promise ye safe passage in Dwacatra, the masters of the nearby dwarven city there and mesel' don't see eye to eye. First things first laddie, we listen to what they need of us. Don't be arguin' with no masters now, ne'er a point in that.

Then, if ye be agreeable, I'll give ye some coin so ye don't wander around with yer bits flashin. Ye can pay me back whenever, coin isn't a problem fer me at the moment. Only the basics mind ye, 200GP to kit yerself out.

Of course, if ye not be agreeable... I'll have em throw ye back in here, sadly.

So... what say ye? Shall we get outta this place an' hear what the problem is in Dwacatra?'

Mollyb60

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs averts his eyes to avoid the dangly bits.

'Ahem. Nice to put yer trousers on at least. Look, the masters 'ere have a job fer us near or around Dwacatra. Ye come with me, help me out with yer... ahem... knowledge of the place, and yer free to leave this place. I cannae promise ye safe passage in Dwacatra, the masters of the nearby dwarven city there and mesel' don't see eye to eye. First things first laddie, we listen to what they need of us. Don't be arguin' with no masters now, ne'er a point in that.

Then, if ye be agreeable, I'll give ye some coin so ye don't wander around with yer bits flashin. Ye can pay me back whenever, coin isn't a problem fer me at the moment. Only the basics mind ye, 200GP to kit yerself out.

Of course, if ye not be agreeable... I'll have em throw ye back in here, sadly.

So... what say ye? Shall we get outta this place an' hear what the problem is in Dwacatra?'

Kal looks down at himself and chuckles at the Dwarfs obvious discomfort 'It's not like you gave me much advance warning yeh know. If you're intimidated by what you see I'll be sure to remain fully dressed while I'm in your company. it's too hot in these blasted dungeons for clothes.'
He moves towards the almost imperceptible breeze of fresh air that the dwarf has brought with him from the higher levels. He breathes deeply. 'You've not left me much choice. I fear if I stay much longer in here I'll not have much of a mind left to me when I'm released. I miss the smell of fresh air and a breeze at my back. Besides, any enemy of those bastards in Dwacatra is a friend of mine indeed.'

He reaches out his hand, 'you've got yourself an armourer Mr Legs'.

Banjo

As luck would have it there's a travelling caravan encamped outside the gates, awaiting approval or authorization, or maybe the dwarves just don't like the cut off their jib, Othegre cares not so long as they're tired, unobservant and vital. She ducks behind a nearby rocky outcrop.

"ok, girl - listen. I need you to wait over here, out of sight"
Nir growls a little and whines.
"I know, I know. I'll be fine. I'm just going to grab a little snack for both of us. Simon told me how, he says it never fails. Camp guards really like have clean teeth, I don't understand it either but Simon says they'll do anything to keep their choppers sparkling. You wait here, I'll bring the prey."

She walks out from behind the rocks and approaches a campfire exactly as she was told to : walk like there's a stone in each shoe and you're holding an egg between your buttocks. It works - she catches a guards eye. Ok - stick to the plan Othegre. Step 1 - the slow wink. He's smiling! Seal the deal! She mimes brushing her molars with a giant two handed toothbrush. He's looking flushed - has she done it wrong? Wait, he's looking around, making sure no one has seen him, HE'S WALKING OVER! Ok ok, step 3, calmly walk out of sight. He's going to be mad when he realises there's not even a sink let alone a toothbrush, be ready!

As the guard rounds the rocks Othegre grabs him and pulls him in close, hitting him with hard eye contact, his eyes go wide and his body a little limp. She almost feels his will snap. Othegre bites in, realising as she does that this is her first kill. There's no going back now.

At first the hunger burns brighter than ever before, a fierce point of heat in her chest, her mouth, her tongue that she can't endure; she rips and rends frantically at the hapless guards throat but it only makes it worse. Just as she feels she can bear no more it suddenly melts and fills her whole body; her jaw slackens, she lets the crimson flow wash down her chin and neck, trying only to hold on as long as she can before her knees give out and she collapses, sitting awkwardly on the ground. It's nearly a minute before she has the wherewithal to let Nir have her fill, another 5 before she feels she can stand.

The plan! Okay. Remove the evidence. She's covered in the stuff! Her leather bodice is wipe clean but the cloak is ruined. Ok, burn it, take the cloak off next time. The guard! His throat and now face gave been severely mauled, she just needs to remove the tell-tale human-sized bite marks from his neck and this could just be the work of an angry raccoon. Her order forbid the use of blades... Loophole! She produces table cutlery from her pocket. As she begins the slow work of carving punctured flesh and sinew from bone she asks Nir to keep watch. This might take a while.

Necro

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Kal looks down at himself and chuckles at the Dwarfs obvious discomfort 'It's not like you gave me much advance warning yeh know. If you're intimidated by what you see I'll be sure to remain fully dressed while I'm in your company. it's too hot in these blasted dungeons for clothes.'
He moves towards the almost imperceptible breeze of fresh air that the dwarf has brought with him from the higher levels. He breathes deeply. 'You've not left me much choice. I fear if I stay much longer in here I'll not have much of a mind left to me when I'm released. I miss the smell of fresh air and a breeze at my back. Besides, any enemy of those bastards in Dwacatra is a friend of mine indeed.'

He reaches out his hand, 'you've got yourself an armourer Mr Legs'.

Bandylegs eyes the man's hand.

'Aye. Let's hope it's not a mistake, laddie.'

He shakes his hand and turns to the guards.

'This man is free...for now, the masters declare it. Take us to the chambers, I need to know more about this quest they want to send us on.'

Mollyb60

Kal grabs the few possessions he still has and follows Bandylegs out of the cell. He enjoys the taste of freedom and can't help but grin maniacally at the guards as he passes.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

If you say you need me, and its something that a foreniger can't do, then do your convincing." Ekbard lowers the drink, contemplates and says, "This drink, I like it,", he smashes the empty container on the ground while proclaiming "ANOTHER!"

The man grinds his teeth and his face twists a bit in anger "This is your bloody homeland you insolent little....", he calms himself.

"Look I can see that you have little ties to our people and don't care much for the island, so I'll try a different tact."

He leans forward.

"So our island, it turns out, really was part of an afterlife. The way the mystics tell it, it was the afterlife of some race out in another material plane. Well their world had a racial war of some kind and most of that race was killed. So now their afterlife is jammed. Barely any space. That makes our island prime real estate. Their leader is a fella called Kuldur, he organised an invasion around 15 years ago. We pushed him back, now we need lads like you again.

If your people won't convince you, maybe the loot will. These guys are more advanced than the dwarves in some ways. I'd say their stuff would rake you some coin."

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

To the osinzir embassy with the haste of a x2 hafling

Goodie finds the caravan of tents and palanquins, which has been guided to the city's main square, opposite the temple of Vergadain.

Other halflings are part of the embassy, note takers and scribes. An impressively tall human seems to be part of the weapon making guild, or at least he has an array of bows behind him.

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

The man grinds his teeth and his face twists a bit in anger "This is your bloody homeland you insolent little....", he calms himself.

"Look I can see that you have little ties to our people and don't care much for the island, so I'll try a different tact."

He leans forward.

"So are island, it turns out, really was part of an afterlife. The way the mystics tell it, it was the afterlife of some race out in another material plane. Well their world had a racial war of some kind and most of that race was killed. So now their afterlife is jammed. Barely any space. That makes our island prime real estate. Their leader is a fella called Kuldur, he organised an invasion around 15 years ago. We pushed him back, now we need lads like you again.

If your people won't convince, maybe the loot will. These guys are more advanced than the dwarves in some ways. I'd say their stuff would rake you some coin."

Ekbard eyes light up, "Eventually, now you're talking my language, what do you need me to do?"

Fourier

Mollyb60 wrote: »

Kal grabs the few possessions he still has and follows Bandylegs out of the cell. He enjoys the taste of freedom and can't help but grin maniacally at the guards as he passes.

"Smartarsed little git, I should slap yer bloody head you fecking cunny licking..." the guard devolves into crude and base insults as BandyLegs and Kal are lead back to the masters. Entering the temple they smile.

"So you have found him McGillicuddy. He may not look like much, but still he escaped from the rock. He has a propensity for nudism and given the ungainly human form this can be difficult to look at, but we sense a kind heart in this one."

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard eyes light up, "Eventually, now you're talking my language, what do you need me to do?"

"When you get a chance, take a boat from Zassan to Pulstan to Kabbar beach. We can talk there. They have an installation of some sort we'd like destroyed. Anything you find is yours."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Smartarsed little git, I should slap yer bloody head you fecking cunny licking..." the guard devolves into crude and base insults as BandyLegs and Kal are lead back to the masters. Entering the temple they smile.

"So you have found him McGillicuddy. He may not look like much, but still he escaped from the rock. He has a propensity for nudism and given the ungainly human form this can be difficult to look at, but we sense a kind heart in this one."

Bandylegs snorts.

'Nudism, aye ye could 'ave told me. Listen, I feel my time growing short here, I have many things to do... and people to clothe properly.

What do ye need of us in Dwacatra, and how can this laddie help me?

Also... can ye tell me the names of the dwarven warriors that'll be joinin me at least. I like to know those I go inter battle with. I trust ye'll be making the necessary payment arrangements fer them... including their weapons. And just how skilled be they? I'd like a sixth, the best we have, to test 'im in non lethal combat against our best, Ekbard. Just te see what they be capable of.

If Ekbard wins, the sixth stays with the fighter. If he loses, I'll only ask fer 3 fighters instead of 5... what say ye?'

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

"When you get a chance, take a boat from Zassan to Pulstan to Kabbar beach. We can talk there. They have an installation of some sort we'd like destroyed. Anything you find is yours."

Ekbard asks, "Sounds simple enough, but can't you pay for a dragon to fly me there, I've gotten used to flying dragon class, and boat sounds so slow and boring now."

Mollyb60

[OOC: As a wise man once said to me:

I accept my nudism gracefully]

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard asks, "Sounds simple enough, but can't you pay for a dragon to fly me there, I've gotten used to flying dragon class, and boat sounds so slow and boring now."

The man laughs. "Pay a dragon, sure, maybe I'll ask the demogorgon for a tax cut as well"

He puts enough coin for the drinks on the table.

"Just think about it lad. I'm off to try another of you wanderers."

He heads out off the tavern.

sKeith

Ekbard grumbles, "Cheapskate!"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

If Ekbard wins, the sixth stays with the fighter. If he loses, I'll only ask fer 3 fighters instead of 5... what say ye?'

"Aye, that'd be Dorardas Smeltmaster, Fomdaed Noblebender, Nuramnuil Pebblegut, Bukhoic Axehand, Rassoun Chainheart. Our best is Barikhek Hardhelm. Why would we accept this bet? Your warrior is a human, their fighters, especially good ones, surpass ours. This is known, it's why there has never been a dwarven empire. We'd simply lose a great warrior. You'll need something else to convince us."