A balding human man in ink-stained gray robes emerges from the church. He unlocks the glass cover on the notice board and posts a large flyer, which reads as follows:
WANTED for crimes against the church, theft, and heresy, Slardy-Bartfast, Reward 600 GP. Recovery of stolen property may be hazardous, target is inconsequential. Inquire with High Priest Belingras Erigard within.
After a long and meandering route across Daunton a disheveled and dirty dwarf arrived before the lavish edifice of the Temple of Lauto. He stopped in front of the notice board and peered at it.
Yes...yes...
Looking up, he studied the richly ornamented entryway from the street. He paced back and forth, a look of intense concentration furrowing the immensely heavy brow that hung over his face. Frowning, he scratched his shaggy beard agitatedly. Finally with an uncertain step, almost as if he was unwilling to approach, he ascended the stairway to the great doors that marked the threshold to the temple of the lord of the dead. This was one portal he did not dare leave Her warding mark upon. Once he passed through those doors his steps grew stronger and more determined. With the steady thunk of his staff against the marble of the floor he began his winding search for the High Priest.
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
Morvannon arrives at the temple and reads over the flyer. *Hmm, stolen property again. Seems to be a common problem here.* As he enters the building, he spots a familiar figure walking ahead of him and quickens his steps to catch up. "Magnus, good to see you again. Are you looking for the high priest as well?"
Mini stat
Morvannon Rinael - Level 1 Half-Elf Warlock
Passive Perception:11, Passive Insight:18, Initiative:+0 Senses: Low-light
AC:15, Fortitude:12, Reflex:14, Will:15 -- Speed:6, Size: Medium
HP: 27/27, Bloodied 13, Surge Value 6, Surges left 8/8
Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used
Powers - Eldritch Blast
Eyebite
Warlock's Curse (minor)
Misty Step (Warlock Pact Boon) Witchfire
Scorching Burst (Dilettante power) Curse of the Dark Dream
Grakk's wanders around the temple trying to find his way. "Where the heck am I going!" A nearby priest glares at him and tells him to be quiet. "Oh...sorry." He turns and sees an elf and a dwarf having a conversation. This causes him to chuckle. "Hmmm...I never would have thought..." He then realizes that they may know where to go to inquire about the job. He heads towards them and introduces himself. "Hello you two. I am Grakk. I'm looking for the place to go for the to hear about the job. Are you two interested also?" After asking the question he bumps the top of his head on the ceiling. His face begins to turn red, but after taking a few deep breaths, he relaxes and states. "Why are the ceilings so low here?"
Grakk's Stats
Grakk: Goliath Barbarian: Level 1
Adverse Conditions: None
Initiative: +2
Passive Insight: 10
Passive Perception: 15
Senses Normal: Vision
HP 33, Bloodied 16
Surge Value 8; Surges Per-Day 13
AC =16
Fortitude 16 Reflex 13 Will 11 Speed 6
action Points:1
second wind: Not Used
basic attack: Greatsword: To Hit: +7: Damage 1d10+6
Powers
At will: Recuporating Strike, Devastating Strike
Encounter: Avalanche Strike, Stone's Endurance
Daily Standard: Bloodhunt Rage
As each of you wander down the main hallway, a small halfling wearing a very elaborate uniform complete with frills, buttons, and a fine set of shoes waves you over and gestures down a corridor at the back of the atrium.
Ze High Priest Avaits you in ze vault! He gestures emphatically over his shoulder, maintaining a perfectly rigid posture.
Go in, do nuszing, say nuszing unless spoken to, and by Lauto, keep ze dirty, filthzy hands to yourselves lest you be ze next bill posted on ze boardz!
He then refuses to speak any further, merely shooing any stragglers along.
Vrrsk't notices that this group is very similar to the folks he just worked with, minus the annoyingly rhyming elf. The big guy with the sword seems like a much more suitable replacement.
"Magnus, Morvannon... I look forward to working with you again; hopefully none will escape our grasp this time. I thought I saw Kamotz around here somewhere. Have you seen him?"
The ridiculous halfling interrupts their conversation, and Vrrsk't dutifully shuffles into the vault, merely nodding acknowledgements to the goliath and the kobold...
OOC
I've been wondering about the rules on between-adventure time. Are we assumed to get an extended rest between adventures? The only thing I'm looking for right now is my action point back, but I can imagine wanting to refresh healing surges and such in the future.
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Vrrsk't
Vrrsk't - Dragonborn Paladin 2
Initiative +2 Passive perception 13 Passive Insight 13
AC 22 For 16 Ref 15 Will 14
HP 35/35 Bloodied 17 Surge value 10 Surges: 11/12
Speed:5 | AP: 0 | 2nd Wind: unused
Basic Melee: Flail +7 (1d10+4)
Powers:
Holy Strike Bolstering Strike Lay on Hands x1 Radiant Smite
Sun Strike
Channel Divinity
Dragon Breath Paladin's Judgment (used)
Martyr's Blessing
Catein
Catein- Warforged Invoker 1
Initiative +0 Passive perception 14 Passive Insight 19
AC 16 For 14 Ref 11 Will 16
HP 26/27 Bloodied 13 Surge value 6 Surges: 7/9
Speed:5 | AP: 1 | 2nd Wind: unused
Basic Melee: Spiked Gauntlet +4, 1d6+2
Powers: Avenging Light Grasping Shards Thunder of Judgment
Channel Divinity
Warforged Resolve Binding Invocation of Chains (used)
Vrrsk't notices that this group is very similar to the folks he just worked with, minus the annoyingly rhyming elf. The big guy with the sword seems like a much more suitable replacement.
OOC Roadtoad
lol
You'll get no annoying rhyming from Grakk, only carnage and occational shouting when someone or something makes him mad.
Kamotz walks in, late, but in new robes. The shifting shades of grey never really form lines and make the shifter a bit of a blur in the shadows. Nodding to his companions in ring recovery, the shaggy cleric takes his place.
OOC
Going to update the character sheet and stat block this evening. Will be buying camouflaged clothing and some other items.
Excellent, excellent, those two layabouts must have done something. The priest explains as the group shuffles into his chambers one by one.
Belingras is an elf unlike any you have ever seen. His features show clearly the ravages of age, marking him as one of the oldest people you've ever seen. Sitting at a well appointed maple desk, he steeples his fingers, leaning forward.
Well now that you're all here we can get this underway. You are all here in answer to the bill I posted just this last bell? If not quickly clear out, otherwise I can give you the details and you can be on your way.
Reaching into his desk he pulls out 6 bags one after another that clink with a satisfying thunk as he drops them on his desk.
Reaching into his desk he pulls out 6 bags one after another that clink with a satisfying thunk as he drops them on his desk.
Grakk looks down on the table and then reaches over to grab one, but thinks better of it and moves his hand back. He looks up "What's in the bags priest? And how is the contents of the bags tied into our job? He waits for a response.
Grakk's Stats
Grakk: Goliath Barbarian: Level 1
Adverse Conditions: None
Initiative: +2
Passive Insight 10
Passive Perception 15
Senses Normal Vision
HP 33
Bloodied 16 Surge Value 8; Surges Per-Day 13
AC =16
Fortitude 16 Reflex 13 Will 11 Speed 6
action Points:1
second wind: 1
basic attack: Greatsword: To Hit: +7: Damage 1d10+6
Powers
At will: Recuporating Strike, Devastating Strike
Encounter: Avalanche Strike, Stone's Endurance
Daily Standard: Bloodhunt Rage
At the sound of the half-elf's voice, Magnus had turned, muttering.
The priest...the priest...yes...
Looking up at him, the dwarf addressed Morvannon with a dark look on his face, and much more directly and succinctly than might have been expected.
Yes...I must find the High Priest...
As more people joined them, Magnus sunk into quiet seemingly more interested in the surroundings than them. His eyes shifting back and forth, searching the temple. He did manage a dirty scowl for the halfling though. Still he followed the others into the room, absent his normal prattling and muttering.
Now he simply waited for the high priest to continue on.
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
The bags my slow fellow contain your payment. However it seems my subordinates were a little zealous in their recruiting. In that case. The priest produces a seventh bag and sets it next to the others. Sweeping four of the bags towards him, he gestures and the other three slide across the table to you.
This is part of your payment in advance. 300 GP exactly. Upon successful completion the other 400 is yours. If you think about dissappearing with the churches money you will quickly find yourselves on the next bill. Looking to see that each of you understands Belingras continues.
One of our underpriests has stolen a temple artifact. He was sent into the Mausoleum to renew the wards that prevent the dead from being raised as undead. However it has come to my attention that he also removed several other artifacts from the vault, and my divinations have revealed that he intends to do the opposite. Instead of renewing the wards he intends to pervert them and raise an entire ward of the Mausoleum as undead and assault the city and wards in other sectors. Understandably this compromises the city and the reputation of the church. For that reason you are all sworn to secrecy about the exact nature of this job. All I require is that you retrieve the artifact and punish the underpriest. Beyond that leave the tombs untouched and do as you will with the other artifacts he has taken. Any questions?
*hmmph. he doesn't sound like any fun at all* *Who, this one here, or the one he's sending us after?* *yes*
Morvannon clears his throat. "Erm, a couple of questions. Where is this Mausoleum, and, well, how high is this underpriest in the Church's hierarchy? I mean to say, how much of a fight is he liable to be able to put up?"
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