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Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 1:40 pm

Not wanting to ignore the wishes of my two-year friend and mentor, I wave goodbye to my friends and head of in the direction of Lady Vaj's tent/wagon/whatever.

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 2:41 pm

mumbling to myself I figure the gates are probably being watch by guards and bounty hunters must be roaming the streets so moving in the crowed would be fatal, on the other hand in the docks I would probably become a meal or a slave to etheir the Illithids or Beholders I do not have enough money to buy a safe pasage out by sea. The sewers are my best bet for escape and refuge, but before looking for an entrance a I see a small shop of common goods I decide to purchase something before heading into the sewers, Im looking for a rope at least two rations of food also I ask the shopkeeper if he knows where I could locate a map of the sewers.

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 2:55 pm

You arrive at her waggon, you are always amazed by how remarkably different hers appears from the rest of the caravan. The wagon itself is made from a rich wood that has a slight red hue to it and there are stain glass windows and purple drapery hanging from the top of the cart covering half of the frosted glass panels. Her door is open and a light haze of blueish smoke constantly streams out of the wagon. You make your way up the steps, and pass through the stringed beaded entrance which flow past you. The mysterious thing about her caravan is how vastly large the interior of it appears from the outside, it looks roughly triple the size. Inside, the walls are lined with bizarre trinkets many from various time periods and areas of the world you can only dream of visiting. You begin to walk towards her desk, the only lighitng in the cart is supplied by the two candles mounted on the horns of some beast's skull. which is on the end of the table. Lady Vaj, appears to be staring intently in her crystal ball until you arrive. She puts the orb away and slips on her small bent glasses and she silently beckons you to sit down in the cushion on the other side of her table. You get on the cushion and you have to straighten yourself in order to be able to comfortably access the table. She motions her hand and her snake Raz coils around the doorknob, and pulls the door shut. This is the first time you have ever seen Raz perform such an act of intelligence, while the snake has always been known to be peculiar it's the very first time you have felt truly afraid.

Finally lady Vaj, lifts her shawl and looks at you. "I'm going to tell you a secret that could endanger this entire caravan, but considering circumstances It feels only fair to let you know the importance of your imminent arrival at Mootschmidt. Many years ago, when I was much younger and much more foolish, in a time of many fools, I was a magician... The real thing. Back in this time, there were many of us. Then the great war broke out any many of us either were killed, enslaved or went into retreat. I'm ashamed to admit but I was one of the many who fled, before the darkness... My tutor and many of the other arch-mages of the time died at the hands of the darkness... My tutor died that day, I saw him die with my own eyes... He was Melkior." She pauses, "I fear though that the Mage of your dreams is indeed Melkior... If my worst fears are true he could be an agent of darkness, and you will need to free him from his dark form."

From one of her pockets she pulls out a rusty copper dagger corroded to such a degree it appears to be a bright green colour.

"If I'm right, and I pray that I'm wrong, you'll need this to hold any hopes of defeating him, it's what the real Melkior would want.", A tear escapes from her stone face, as she pulls out a deck from her sleeve and shuffles it. "You will undoubtably face many evils, and we will not always be around to help you. However, I do believe that I can give you one last token to aid you on your quest..." She places the deck on the table. "Take a card."

6d8-6 to pick a card, or choose the top card or bottom card.

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 3:03 pm

kozeph wrote:mumbling to myself I figure the gates are probably being watch by guards and bounty hunters must be roaming the streets so moving in the crowed would be fatal, on the other hand in the docks I would probably become a meal or a slave to etheir the Illithids or Beholders I do not have enough money to buy a safe pasage out by sea. The sewers are my best bet for escape and refuge, but before looking for an entrance a I see a small shop of common goods I decide to purchase something before heading into the sewers, Im looking for a rope at least two rations of food also I ask the shopkeeper if he knows where I could locate a map of the sewers.

The rope (25 feet, hemp) and food will cost you 4 GP altogether, the shop keeper, mentions that only one person would have copies of the sewer map, and that would be the eye-tyrant Sly'verao the Slick, although he charges a hefty price and finding him is quiet the chore. But you didn't hear that from him. *wink*

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 3:36 pm

6d6=24
I slowly reach out, then quickly snatch a card from the middle of the deck. Swallowing with fear that I do not understand, I hesitantly look at the card...

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 3:52 pm

I give a small sight and pay the shoopkeeper, "Say you look like a man who knows the street and its alleys, would you have a clue as to where Sly'verao can be found any basic idea or point me in the right direction?" (diplomacy roll)

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 4:47 pm

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:6d6=24
I slowly reach out, then quickly snatch a card from the middle of the deck. Swallowing with fear that I do not understand, I hesitantly look at the card...

You draw the "The Justiciar" card from the deck. On the card their is a picture of an knight in blazing gold armor with a flowing red cape making a last stand on a hill as swarms of skeletons arise from all around him ready to drag him down him down into the soil.

While you have this card on your person you gain a +1 vs. undead to your attack roll and gain a +1 damage bonus against undead. This card is a minor magic item, and radiates very small amounts of magic, not enough to make it's possession a threat to your well being.

You look a the card , then look at Lady Vaj, but her shawl is already back on and thick veil of fog now clouds the front of her face... Then the door quickly reopens filling the room with light and makes the smoke impenetrable to your vision. You look at the dagger and card, and wonder if you should ask anything more or just go on your way...

kozeph wrote:I give a small sight and pay the shoopkeeper, "Say you look like a man who knows the street and its alleys, would you have a clue as to where Sly'verao can be found any basic idea or point me in the right direction?" (diplomacy roll)

Feel free to make you own rolls from now on whenever you make a skill check, unless you want me to make the rolls. I generally only make rolls if it's something your character does subconsciously, like listen or spot.

For this time I'll make the roll for you.

17+4= 21
Success

The store keeper lean in close and says, his base at the moment is the "Aegis" shed, the secret code word is 'Medusa', tell the doorman and you won't be run through with a blade. I do warn you though, they'll put a blind-fold on you, DO NOT TAKE IT OFF. That's all I can say, now scram before a patrol makes a round."

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:07 pm

I thank the shopkeeper and leave the shop, I blend with the crowd sticking mostly to the main streets eventually I make my way Aegis shed, I feel like im being watch when I knock on the door and it bearly opens I wisper "medusa" and the door opens as I come in I think to my self "Im really mad"

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:07 pm

A bit weirded out by what just occurred, I thoughtfully pocket the card while taking my leave of the wagon. Upon my exit, I wander the streets until I find a bench, which I sit upon and take a closer look at the dagger while preparing my lute.

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:26 pm

kozeph wrote:I thank the shopkeeper and leave the shop, I blend with the crowd sticking mostly to the main streets eventually I make my way Aegis shed, I feel like im being watch when I knock on the door and it bearly opens I wisper "medusa" and the door opens as I come in I think to my self "Im really mad"

You are blindfolded and led into a room and put in a seat.

Listen Check
18 - 1= 17

Success.

While seated you hear the sound of what sound like a couple dozen snakes... Then a slick and slimy voice hisses at you "Sssso who issss thisss?Did anyone check to ssssee if he had money before wassssting my precious time? Oh well... make it quick sssstranger, my time issss precious and my patience issss dwindling..." The voice says in an irritated huff.

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:A bit weirded out by what just occurred, I thoughtfully pocket the card while taking my leave of the wagon. Upon my exit, I wander the streets until I find a bench, which I sit upon and take a closer look at the dagger while preparing my lute.

Examining the dagger you notice that the blade seems like it could fall out of the handle if you even jingle it a little too much, what purpose could such a weapon hold? You begin preparing your lute while watching the crowd's reactions to the show, they seem only mildly interested and very few are stopping to actually watch and even less are forking out money. A sliver of dread works it way into your mind as you realize your "short" encounter with Lady Vaj, actually consumed alot more time than you supposed. That's when you realize you are next to go... but you haven't finished tuning your instrument.

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 6:29 pm

"****," I hiss, hastily shoving the dagger into my belt and covering it with my cloak. I glance at my half-tuned lute, wondering if I could maybe finish in the next few seconds. Swearing, I put it away and begin warming up my voice; if the audience wants a show, they'll get a show. Whether it'll be good or not hardly matters at this point, since I plan on leaving by this afternoon.
I consider playing the lute despite its condition, and try to decide how well I'd be able to play it (what would be subtracted from my perform check if I tried playing with the lute?)

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 6:31 pm

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:"****," I hiss, hastily shoving the dagger into my belt and covering it with my cloak. I glance at my half-tuned lute, wondering if I could maybe finish in the next few seconds. Swearing, I put it away and begin warming up my voice; if the audience wants a show, they'll get a show. Whether it'll be good or not hardly matters at this point, since I plan on leaving by this afternoon.
I consider playing the lute despite its condition, and try to decide how well I'd be able to play it (what would be subtracted from my perform check if I tried playing with the lute?)

Whoops, didn't realize this site had swearing filters. Sorry! I swear a lot, so can I make up some cusses for use in the campaign?

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 6:43 pm

I feel uneasy Just being in the room I want to take off my blindfolde but resist the urge, With an weakened voice I start talking "Greetings your omnipotence my name is Jeivyn swiftleaf" I lied I do not wish to reveal my real name to someone nefarius and with close links to the blackmarket and general crime (bluff 14+1=15) "I come to ask of your generosity great one, Ive heard that you have in your possesion a map of the sewer system, would you allow me to copy it? As you can see I have no wealth but Im willing to do an errand for you in exchange for a copy of the map, Im hard pressed on time but Im willing to compromise for the map" (diplomacy 14+4=18)

DM: I hope im makings this rolles alright

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:12 pm

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:"****," I hiss, hastily shoving the dagger into my belt and covering it with my cloak. I glance at my half-tuned lute, wondering if I could maybe finish in the next few seconds. Swearing, I put it away and begin warming up my voice; if the audience wants a show, they'll get a show. Whether it'll be good or not hardly matters at this point, since I plan on leaving by this afternoon.
I consider playing the lute despite its condition, and try to decide how well I'd be able to play it (what would be subtracted from my perform check if I tried playing with the lute?)

You would get a -2 to performance, in addition to that, this is going to be one hard crowd to please.

Also I didn't know the site had a cuss filter either, I just thought you self-censorred. Oh, well, if it's something your character would do I see no issues, I think we are all grown up enough for handling so *'s

kozeph wrote:I feel uneasy Just being in the room I want to take off my blindfolde but resist the urge, With an weakened voice I start talking "Greetings your omnipotence my name is Jeivyn swiftleaf" I lied I do not wish to reveal my real name to someone nefarius and with close links to the blackmarket and general crime (bluff 14+1=15) "I come to ask of your generosity great one, Ive heard that you have in your possesion a map of the sewer system, would you allow me to copy it? As you can see I have no wealth but Im willing to do an errand for you in exchange for a copy of the map, Im hard pressed on time but Im willing to compromise for the map" (diplomacy 14+4=18)

DM: I hope im makings this rolles alright

"Hehe", "Hahahaha, excellent, I like you already, there just sssso happens to be an errand I needed to have done..." Says the Sly'verao with a smug hiss, "Not many people know thissss, but I'm a man of great tasssste, Unlike many of my fellow brethen I enjoy beauty to it'ssss fullesssst degree. I have many enemiessss, but they all can easssily thwarted by my sssssheeer cunning and militarisssstic might. However, there is one enemy that we sssseemssss to thwart me again and again. Time, the cruelesssst mistressssssss of all wouldn't you agree? How cow ssssuch a force of the cosssmossss take such beauty and age it, make it decrepid? However, I wassss born with talentssss, the ability to presssserve beauty for all of eternity. There issss a feline, nay a woman, who I have yet to ssssave. She issss loved by all the people of 'Grottomon Ghettossss'. Sssshe owns a tavern there called the lightning unicorn. I have had reportssss that sssshe feedssss those in need, clothessss the poor and providedssss ssssanctuary for all thosssse within her tavern, whether they are paying cusssstomerssss or not...." The hissing orb stops.

"What a beautiful ssssoul wouldn't you ssssay?" the sinister voice inches away from your face, you can imagine the horrid maw inches away from your very flesh, drool pooling forth and spilling inches away from your feet. "I then ssssaw it with my own eyessss. Her form ssssmoother than the finesssst ssssattin, her fur the mossssst treassssured ssssilky in this entire realm. I think sssshe dessssssssservessss ssssalvation, to not persssserve her would be a crime mosssst unjusssst, if you truly want my help you sssshall bring thissss paragon of divinity here sssso that sssshe may be elevated from the mere form of a woman to that of a ssssaint. Sssso we have a deal?"

Double success, and yeah you are doing fine with the rolls.

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:31 pm

Deciding that my chances are higher with the lute, I step up as soon as the performer before me finishes. I begin to play...
1d20=16
15+7-2=21

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:57 pm

I swallow hard what little saliva I still have after the beholder finished proposing its deal, I want to run away why am I here? this and more filters through my mind for a couple of secods. I compose myself again "I...I understand... but.. nevermind, I will do it" I feel a arm grabbing me and leading me outside once im out they take my blindfolde, I hastely walk away I see a small alley I sit on the ground, never have I been so afraid cold sweat still drippled from my face. After calming down I headed to the tavern, I sat on a table far from most of the patrons when miss Ghettossss came to take my order she was charming and lovely I was turned down even more by the deal I had made. grabbing her by the arm gently but firmly I make her sit down "we need to talk" I explained the situation to her, my situation and hers I ask for her help not knowing what else to do. "That all there is to it, do you know of a way out not watched by guards or people. someway to smuggle myself out. I do not wish to surrender to that fiend scheme"

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Tue Mar 16, 2010 9:50 pm

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:Deciding that my chances are higher with the lute, I step up as soon as the performer before me finishes. I begin to play...
1d20=16
15+7-2=21

Success.

Despite the odds you manage to do your routine and quite successfully, you have become so attuned to this lute over the years that after a few test notes you were able to recalibrate your finger positioning and managed to play the songs with minimal error. While your attuned ear could easily make out every little off tune note it seems that most of the crowd watching, even some additional ones just joining in, didn't seem to notice or care. While playing you make eye contact with the crowd in an attempt to "connect" and increase their participation, it is during this time you notice a few figures near the back dressed in black cloaks who quickly turn and leave once you've made eye contact.

In the crowd you can see Getty in the crowd in commoners clothes cheering you on before putting a sizeable amount of money into the donation bucket, a trick that often makes the nobles and other commoners feel obligated to pitch in money themselves. Meanwhile, Schroner is leaning against the poached pickle stand, genuinely looking interested in your final show, even though she's not willing to let anything more than the most subtle of facial expressions let you know that she is pleased.

After the show, the people begin to disperse and the troupe begins packing everything away, meanwhile Froglin (The gnomish showman and leader of the group), or "Fatty frog" as Schroner calls him (a name that irritates him greatly), begins distributing the pay amongst the players, taking the usual extra for himself under the guise of maintenance costs. Normally nobody calls him out on it, but this time is different as Lady Vaj emerges from her wagon, Raz wrapped around her neck, and whispers something in his ear. He goes to protest but then take the usual "extra" and gives it to you. "The Lady is under the impression that you really stole the show, but I believe she is greatly mistaken, there is no "I" in "team", and while I'll give you this money, I think you know where it truly belongs." He says in a huff trying to maintain as much dignity as he can muster for his size. Schroner and Getty have already finished packing up their gear, well... with the exception of Schroner's revealing outfit (which she often uses to seduce men into buying her drinks). Getty is waving at you frantically, to get your attention.

kozeph wrote:I swallow hard what little saliva I still have after the beholder finished proposing its deal, I want to run away why am I here? this and more filters through my mind for a couple of secods. I compose myself again "I...I understand... but.. nevermind, I will do it" I feel a arm grabbing me and leading me outside once im out they take my blindfolde, I hastely walk away I see a small alley I sit on the ground, never have I been so afraid cold sweat still drippled from my face. After calming down I headed to the tavern, I sat on a table far from most of the patrons when miss Ghettossss came to take my order she was charming and lovely I was turned down even more by the deal I had made. grabbing her by the arm gently but firmly I make her sit down "we need to talk" I explained the situation to her, my situation and hers I ask for her help not knowing what else to do. "That all there is to it, do you know of a way out not watched by guards or people. someway to smuggle myself out. I do not wish to surrender to that fiend scheme"

Not to frighten you, but just as a small warning, not to be an uber-tyrant or anything and I really appreciate your enthusiasm. Try not to say what the other characters (NPC's) will do. You'll leave me out of a job

, and future npcs and diplomatic situations may not play out exactly like you think. An example would be in he had put a mind rotter slug in your head "Just in case you got funny ideas", For now, I'll let this one slide since with some minor exceptions this is pretty much how things would go but...

You find the woman who runs the tavern (called "Lightning Unicorn") in the in the 'Gottoman Ghetto' district, it took you awhile to find it since you mistook it as the name of the person you were looking for due to all the incoherent slurring. You see her right away, she is a "heavily endowed" catwoman (a very rare breed of race) in a very ornate dress and with a long locks of silver hair all which matches the beautiful white fur that coats her body. Turns out that your client was right in her being quite striking, and a man would need to be blind to not fantasize about such a creature. You tell her of the plan and your inability to follow through with the scheme, and ask for her help in finding a way out of the town safely. She quietly brings you over to a hunched over man in the corner who you just notice has been watching you under the brim of his large hat. He's stroking the fur of his peculiar dog while smoking some tobacco in a pipe.

The woman who refers to herself as simply "Rem", probably not her real name, introduces "Shadowstalker", once again a fake name, to you. Shadowstalker is an elf, but half his face has been horribly difigured, possibly something that occurred during birth. The right side of his face is twisted and taut, there seems to be decay or a lack of flesh in the cheek which causes the right side of his mouth to be set in a constant sneer that bares his teeth like a wolf's fangs, it also effects the skin underneath his right eye making it look like his right eye could pop out ant any moment. To add on to all of this his right ear is only have the size of his left and it withered away into a lump with holes that must barely function.

Sensing your disgust he looks back at you unfavourably. Rem explains to him that you need safe passage and that she feels that he's the only one who knows how to get out of the city without being caught. He doesn't seem interested, but one look at her pleading face and he seems resolved to help you. He nods, and she kisses him on the left side of his face, and strokes the dog's head a few times, the dog leaning into each stroke. Then someone calls for another pitcher and with a bow, she's off.

The minute she turns around, "Shadowstalker" gets up and leaves the bar and his dog follows suit, you follow behind him. You get outside when...

Make a reflex save...

kozeph · Post by **kozeph** » Wed Mar 17, 2010 4:12 am

DM:ehehe sorry no worries

I roll 12+3=15 (I think my reflexes are 3 correct if im wrong)

Kentr Wrolfsong · Post by **Kentr Wrolfsong** » Wed Mar 17, 2010 5:40 am

After a quick look around to see if the cloaked figures are still around, I decide to fight my way through the crowd over to where Getty is.
Slightly out of breath, I ask, "What is it?"

Nvlutz · Post by **Nvlutz** » Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:06 pm

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:After a quick look around to see if the cloaked figures are still around, I decide to fight my way through the crowd over to where Getty is.
Slightly out of breath, I ask, "What is it?"

You leave Froglin behind and go over to where Getty is, leaving him to silently steam. After asking, "What is it?", Schroner comes up from behind you and lifts you off, "You're coming with us princess whether you like it or not.", Getty follows up from behind with a skip in his step. As you are slung over Schroner's shoulder you look back at Getty wondering what's going on... "Don't tell me you forgot? We're going to the bars, or more so the bar, since there's only one, which really is to be expected and all, although I know of some places that are smaller that have more bars, since people like to drink and all, not saying they're alcoholics or anything just tends to be just as many, just not as big as the cities and all, but I mean cities often have alot as well, which makes you wonder if they're's so many taverns where do the patrons come from..." By this time Schroner plants you back down on the ground, and you have arrive at the Dew Spider inn...

Getty races in and Schroner pushes you in with her in a friendly but forceful way. Inside the bar there is a half-orc barkeep silently cleaning a mug, while a troop of three goblin soldier patrons are at the counter sipping on ales as toxic as they appear to be. There seems to be a variety of towns folk in the tavern all caught up in there own conversations, mostly male, and a over clocked server who has clearly been on the wire since the morning. In one corner there is a group of kobolds and a halfling playing a game of bones. You take a seat and Schroner says that your first drink is on her.