Didn't realize how far behind I had fallen. Will try to cut and paste my way to catching up.
The Alley
As Simon's gesture caused the carnival clown to race to the other end of the alley, Goran's index fingers extended on both hands as he saw that none of the circus performers had any real desire to pick on a single priest.
Once the battered priest reached the safety of their gathering, Goran could not stop himself from making one last volley their way.
"That's right! Run you dogs, but Cauldron isn't big enough for you to hide from Kord. We will find you!"
Turning back to get a good look at the man, Goran's eyes are drawn to the symbol around the man's neck. While on the surface it appeared to be a standard marker of St. Cuthbert's faithful, Goran knew that it marked him as one of the brothers who focused on keeping the faithful untainted in heretical thoughts and practices.
He can't be long in the faith if a group of clowns almost got the better of him.
Trying not to think about the serving wench in the Tankard, Goran extended his hand to the priest in greeting.
"I'm Goran. Sorry to see those circus freaks decided to take out their frustrations on you."
As Ruphus introduced himself to the others, Goran kept his eyes out in case the clowns brought more of their kind out of the alleyways and side streets between them and the Church to St. Cuthbert.
The Church
Goran's posture did not relax until they reached the steps of the temple and as he read the writings above the oaken doors, he smiled to himself. While it had been three years since the day he first demanded entrance into the Temple of Kord, he could remember it like it happened to him this morning.
"And look at us now. Joined at the hip and I can't get you out of my head for more than a handspan of time. I wonder sometimes if you are just that bored."
Chuckling to himself, Goran looked over to Simon and nodded his head.
"Kord says it is right we are here. The strong must defend those who are still too weak to defend themselves and no group of circus clowns will keep us from helping find children. He also says wash your hands, anything that can make a man run from a simple wave must smell like a goat's arse." BWAH hahaha
Patting Floch on the arm once everyone was inside, Goran nodded to the mammoth half-orc with a smile on his face.
"Kord says you did well tonight lad. Now lets hear what they have to say and the first round is on me."
As the High Priestess came into the room, Goran felt his mouth go dry as he saw the same markings on her symbol as Ruphus wore.
No wonder the Cuthbert folks around here look so pissed. They are always looking out for heretics...
"Lead the way. Ruphus mentioned something about those clowns wanting some kids? I know that the street performers take on many of the youth who fall through the cracks, but I never thought they would get so bold as to start taking them before they fall."
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Also if I am playing Goran too annoying, please let me know. With him being touched in the head, I am trying to find the right balance between rational thought and his quirk which is "talking" directly to Kord. Since he is so used to being alone with his thoughts, anytime he isn't directly socially involved, I figure that is when it kicks in. I really don't want to be annoying with it though, so please let me know if I need to tune it back.
Keth sniffed the tea warily, it lacked the pungent odor he had come to associate with the tea his teacher used to brew. He sipped it experimentally, tasted better though even if it was kind of weak, and it warmed the gullet too. While they waited, Keth studied their surroundings, it all seemed awful excessive to him, and he wondered why they needed all of this ornamentation. Surely their god didn't love them anymore for ripping the stone from the ground to make him pretty buildings, at least it was dry. He had alot to learn about their ways outside of the forest.
Not being given over to deep thought he was welcome when the woman with the greying hair entered the room. She seemed to carry herself with more presence than the other priests had. Having heard her request, he shrugged and stood to follow her. Maybe there would be a few more answers.
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"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
Simon makes an obeisance as he enters the temple, whispering a quiet prayer. "...and give me the strength I need," he concludes softly.
Standing again, he hurries after the others....
He savors the tea, letting the warmth wash through him and enjoying the peaceful aura of the temple. He stands and bows as Jenya enters, and cheerfully agrees to accompany her.
"Anything I can do," he assures her, his voice booming through the church, "I happily shall."
It's not incredibly odd to see that all the clerics at this church are from the Order of the Stars. Usually, when a church is founded by an order, all the clerics who are trained at that church are members of that order as well. Cauldron being on the fringes of civilization, it would be more likely to recruit and train its priests locally than bring them from other places. Far to the north in the city of Greyhawk and the likes they have grandiose churches where multiple orders and branches within the same church cooperate or compete within the same municipality, but out here, religious "inbreeding" is far more likely.
Strahd
Jenya's story about the orphanage below is correct. Of course, you know more details. Everyone, including you is in utter shock that the whole event occurred. It happened without warning and without sign. There was no evidence of a burglary or that the children had even been missing from their beds. No sign of a struggle. No forced doors or locks. You feel particularly bad because you were even awake most of the night patrolling the grounds. You neither heard nor saw a single thing. It's almost like the children disappeared into thin air.
(Moving back in time for just a moment...) Ruphus thanks Floch kindly for taking the time to return his prayerbook.
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Jenya moves to sit in a chair with your group. She is apparently quite comfortable sitting among you rather than across from you.
"Goran isn't it?" Jenya asks the dwarf. "Vos ili ransko uhr oris."
In Dwarven
May your beard be as eternal as the stones.
"Ruphus tells me you and your friends were quite brave defending him against the ruffians. Again, let me express my gratitude to you. You are quite noble for stepping in to aid someone you didn't even know. Few others in this city would have done so, especially where these thugs are concerned. Ruphus tells me they wore face paint, which means they probably work for a gang called the Last Laugh. I don't know much about them, but I know they're trouble.
"I don't think the children were kidnapped by Last Laugh though. This is only the latest in a series of bizarre disappearances and robberies. Up until now, the Church has been content to rely on the city's normally stalwart law enforcement to deal with the problem. However, three nights ago, four children, named Deakon, Evelyn, Lucinda, and Terrem were kidnapped from the orphanage. In the wake of these recent kidnappings, the Church has publicly vowed to locate the missing children and bring the kidnappers of justice.
"I have so far taken a few steps towards accomplishing this goal. First, I have talked with the city guard to glean what information they were willing to share. Second, I sent Ruphus to console the distraught children and staff at the orphanage, but also gather information. Third, I used an artifact in the Church's possession to divine some information.
"What I have learned is that the orphanage was apparently burglarized with no signs of forced entry. There are two common bedchambers at the orphanage; one for boys, the other for girls. Two children were taken from each room, but none of the staff or other children heard or saw a thing. The orphanage is protected with barred windows and excellent locks on its doors, and the children are locked in their rooms at night as they have a tendency to cause mischief or run away.
"What may be more telling is a riddle I received by utilizing the Star of Justice, the artifact of which I just spoke. It is a powerful tool of divination that I borrowed from the Church's vault. It is only to be used in an emergency, but I feel that this situation is justified. I asked of it 'Where are the children who were abducted from the Lantern Street Orphanage?' I received only a cryptic riddle. I wrote it down so I would not forget. Perhaps you can help."
With this, she hands you a piece of parchment (see handout).
"I believe the first line holds an important clue. I'm uncertain what the 'locks' in the riddle refer to, but I suspect it may be referring to those at the Lantern Street Orphanage. Of course, I don't know the first thing about locks anyway, so I couldn't begin to tell you what to look for. I haven't told Ruphus about this as I felt it would complicate his mission. I believe you might be up for the job of helping me to investigate this crime. My question to you is, can you be fairly discreet and promise to keep me informed at least once every three days of your progress?"
Floch nods to every word Jenya said. Yeah, and I was there, guarding the yard, halls and corridors of the place.
They just vanished, no scream, no call, not even a weep.
I checked the locks, I searched the yard. Nothing!
By Istus’ fate, it was the fate, a magic, act of the gods. I donno’ know...
I will help my lady. This is my duty to find them. They were my friend, good friends of Floch.
Floch hand grip tightly. I will punish those who took my friends, bring’em to you my Lady.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
“The locks are key to finding them. ... do we know who made them? Maybe there are more keys for the locks? This would not explain, how they managed to do this without waking anyone, however.
Look beyond the curtain, ... no idea ... below the cauldron. ... under the city?
Beware the doors with teeth. ... uhm.
Descend into the malachite 'hold, where precious life is bought with gold. ... a mine? Slavers?
Half a dwarf binds them, but not for long. ... no idea about the dwarf, but apparantly we need to hurry.”
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Surprised that the High Priestess would single him out with a greeting when they gathered in one of the temple's smaller audience rooms, Goran's mind raced for a proper response in turn.
In dwarven:"Vos uli trani es hur gurak."
translation
"May your days be as pleasant as your eyes."
As the words left his mouth, Goran realized how they could be taken and looked down to his boots to examine the spot he was willing to form. As she continued speaking to the group, Goran allowed himself to resume looking about the room and when the slip of paper was passed to him, he read it quickly.
"Floch is there a back entrance to the orphanage? One that maybe only a former resident would know? If so, that might could explain how they got in and got out unseen."
Passing the paper onwards, Goran's mind raced as to what the last line could mean.
A half dwarf...one of the souls who has fell to the dark gods? Or perhaps one of the Dark Children, forever damned to suffer the All Father's shame.
"In the eyes of my people, there are many ways to be considered walking dead, but I have never heard of it being used outside of a jest. It does seem though that our time to find them is very limited."
Keth shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he was beginning to feel out of place amoung all these people. He reminded himself that he had been sent from the forest for a reason. It did not seem like mere chance that he should find himself here at this particular moment. Never having met these children he felt a small kinship with them, being an orphan himself. There was purpose in this.
Keth mulled over the riddle, he wasn't fond of riddles. Locks, keys, and curtains. What did it all mean?
Should look at the locks.
He thought for a second.
That, and this curtain bit. The rest won't mean much if the first two lines aren't solved.
Keth added matter of factly.
I believe the spirits of earth and stone have guided my steps here with purpose. I will help you.
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
Simon strokes his beard, nodding to himself. "There are locks and locks," he observes. "Locks with keys, locks of hair...were any such left behind? And as to 'below the cauldon', that seems clear enough. Are there catacombs 'neath the city?"
Thanee, are you using italics for some particular reason? Usually I see people use them when they represent a character's thoughts but you seem to be using them to represent speech. I just want to know so I know whether NPCs should react to Alexi or not.
Jenya looks ponderously at Floch, then says, "I've heard of you. You're the night watchman for the orphanage aren't you? Ruphus mentioned you. Said you were a rather..." she trails off as if searching for the right word, then grins, "...polite fellow. You are indeed noble of spirit to help find the children. Thank you."
Turning to Goran as if his remark were not inappropriate at all, she replies before Floch can, "Based on the report I received from Ruphus, there was no sign of the children's disappearance. None at all. And no locks of hair left behind either," she says with a glance to Simon. "There is a back door to the orphanage but it was part of Floch's patrol, and that's irrelevant because there is only one entrance to each of the childrens' bedchambers, which are also part of Floch's patrol. I encourage you to go and have a look at the orphanage if you feel so inclined. I can't guarantee it will tell you anything I haven't already, but it couldn't hurt.
Turning back to Simon, she says, "It's funny you mention catacombs. I'm not a dungeoneer, so I couldn't tell you the specifics, but legends and tales say that beneath Cauldron is an extensive system of lava tubes and underground lakes, many of them inhabited by all manner of creatures. Dwarves, gnomes, goblins, and such all used to live below. Some probably still do."
Yes, I checked all the locks. Unless someone had a master key.
Floch adds to what Jenya said. Catacombs ... where do you think such entrance could be found? No entrance in the orphanage, I know the place like the back of my hand!!
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
OOC: Sorry, didn't mean to confuse you.
I use italics for speech and thoughts (just because I'm used to, pretty much), though speech is colored, so it stands out better.
So, yeah, she said that.
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"There's certainly no harm in looking the place over," Simon agrees, "Come morning, that is. Wouldn't want to go crashing about the place at this hour of the night, eh?"
"As I said, I'm not a scholar of the lava tubes beneath the city. But it is entirely possible that there are still entrances to them that are unknown or at least little known. If you suspect that someone took the kidnapped children below the city, remember there has been more to this than just the children; people the city over have been disappearing, so the entrance to such a place could easily be elsewhere."
"Well, there have been dozens of events like this over the past few months. I've got scraps and pieces of information from the town guard on the others. If you'd like, I shall compile a list for you. I can have it ready by morning.
"Well, it is getting late. I understand a couple of you have had difficulty finding a place to stay. Because of your kindness towards Ruphus, you are welcome to stay at the church dormitories for the evening. Tomorrow, I will provide you with a list of places in the city where you might find boarding. In the meantime, please accept these as a token of goodwill."
Jenya steps over to the fireplace and opens a wooden case within which are several vials. She hands one to each of you. The potion bottles are clearly labeled "cure moderate wounds" and bear the ruby starburst symbol that is common to clerics of this order.
"Before I say goodnight, I would like to let you know that as an additional incentive, the Church is offering a reward of 2,500 gold doubloons* for the recovery of the children and missing townsfolk, as well as punishment of those responsible. Normally, I would allow the guard to handle it, but clearly this is out of their control, and justice must be served one way or the other."
*OOC
The common units of currency for Cauldron and surrounding region are the copper common, the silver shekel, the electrum blade, the gold doubloon, and the platinum skull.
Simon bows low. "An honor to serve, and a pleasure to do so in such a righteous cause. Anyone...anyTHING...that would take children is not to be borne, and must be dealt with swiftly."
Alexi isn't quite sure about what to make of it. The potion she just got handed must have cost a small fortune and the sum Jenya is talking about is more gold than she has ever seen on one pile. Nonetheless, she seems honest enough. Maybe the miners had the wrong idea... and there is more gold to be found in the cities.
“Oh, thank you very much, Jenya. I'll gladly accept the offer and hopefully I can help finding the missing children.”
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“In our world, immortality is not for the living. The legend lives on!”
In Memoriam Dave Arneson († April 7th, 2009) & Gary Gygax († March 4th, 2008).
Wondering what the Dungeon Tiles are like? Take a look here (up to DU5 Sinister Woods).
Keth scratched his chin. It must be something pretty strange going on if this had been going on for months with no clues.
With the reminder that it was indeed getting late, he suddenly remembered he was tired from long day in a strange new place, and could no longer stifle the large yawn that escaped him now.
Taking the potion he was offered, he turned the small bottle over in his hands, inspecting it. After a moments thought.
Heh, hope I won't be needing this.
When she mentioned the other reward, it did occur to him somewhere in the back of his mind that that was an awful lot more than he had. Of course Keth wasn't sure what a man would do with that money, it was only recently he even had a need for coins at all. Before that it was mostly an abstract notion that Old Karst had insisted he would need to know about someday.
There was something else the old druid mentioned once, a point of ettiquette "civilized" folk observed. Keth hopped down from his seat and cleared his throut.
I almost forgot, ahem.
he stood up ramrod straight and fiercely thumped his small fist on his chest.
I am Keth Shinsplitter.
Then he held out his hand with a measure of uncertainty.
How do you do...
He glanced around hoping he did it right.
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
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