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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5379798" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #15 November 15, 2010 - Sandport is Truly a Damsel in Distress</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: on to a new super creepy story arc. It would be easier to pity poor Trixie if she hadn't given Grezz such a steady stream of abuse the entire session. Firendrin's choice of taking knowledge in exchange for helping recover the crown seems to have turned out well so far, as he gained a few skills (and would have had more if he hadn't boned some rolls). Now we're into something darker and presumably undead-ier. Dinner, after a crock pot malfunction KO'd a pot roast, was (damn tasty) rotisserie chicken and twice-cooked baked potatoes (why were they twice cooked? because I didn't cook 'em long enough the first time. Hiyo!!!!).</p><p></p><p>From the Journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen:</p><p></p><p>For someone who's trying to keep a low profile, I'm not doing that great a job.</p><p></p><p>Okay, it's hard to do so in Sandport, where we're treated like heroes. But after we got back from the salvage job it was hard to walk around town without someone pointing or hailing us or wanting to shake our hands. I needed some time to do some research - I'd had enough time on the voyage to give Hadarga a thorough examination and told Tofa everything the blade could <em>currently</em> do, in addition to managing to retrain myself to swap one spell out for another. Ah, Color Spray, i thank you for nursing me through the early days of my wandering career, but I know your limitations and had no choice. The wand we have can't cast shocking grasp forever, so I learned it myself. Zap. Zap Zap Zap! </p><p></p><p>It was a long voyage.</p><p></p><p>I manged to scrape together enough money - we made an obscene amount from the job (OOC: 2250gp each) and I had some lying around - to lay in an order for a Cauldron of Brewing. I toyed with the idea of getting some sort of protective item or even a magic weapon of some sort, but it wasn't enough for anything really good. I had about a thousand other things I wanted to do but an invite from Amieko reminded us of a mistake we'd made, a while ago. Ugh.</p><p></p><p>Back when we'd first stopped the goblins from ruining the festival an actor named Cerdric had approached us and negotiated for the rights to the story. At the time 10 gold each sounded like an awful lot of money, and so we'd agreed and given him the story after taking out Nuallia. At worst we figured he'd make something silly and it would vanish shortly thereafter.</p><p></p><p>Nah. huge hit. So we joined Amieko and Ethrem Valdemars in a private box and watched the . . . whatever it was. Let's just say some creative license was taken - liberally. Right before the show ended we were joined by the Sheriff, who had a grim tale to tell. Sandport was in trouble again.</p><p></p><p>This time it was murders, the second having just taken place at a lumber mill owned by . . . the <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />ing Scarnettis. Wonderful. A pair of lovers had been gruesomely slaughtered while the foreman was home for dinner by something we quickly determined wasn't human. The slashing wounds on the male victim, Banny Hasker, reeked of the grave. The female was the very same young lady who'd tried to seduce me, Katrina Vinder (see! I KNEW she was trouble!). As best as we could determine, something came out of the river under the mill's pier and attacked. Banny was torn up by talons and staked to a wall, with a sehedron rune carved into his chest. Katrina had evidently fought back and wounded the thing with a handaxe before being thrown into the saw . . . yeah, it was as gruesome as one might imagine. </p><p></p><p>oh, there was one other thing - a note left for Trixie - yes, our Trixie - scrawled in blood on a torn shirt. The completely freaked halfling gave it to me after she'd read it:</p><p style="margin-left: 20px">You will learn to love me,</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px">desire me in time like She did.</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px">Give yourself to the Pack and</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px">it shall all End - Your Lordship</p> <p style="margin-left: 20px"></p><p>Quite. We were then told of a triple murder that had taken place a few days earlier outside of town with similar results - dead men with sehedron runes craved into them and festering slashes elsewhere. We were told of a survivor behind held in a sanitarium, and we agreed we needed to see him after we talked to Ebor Thorn, the missing manager of the mill.</p><p></p><p>He was being held in town and wasn't particularly forthcoming at first. He admitted he knew Harker was messing around with Vinder, but it took some special threatening by Londis (he cast a silence spell and pulled out surgical tools, which loosened Thorn's tongue quickly) to get the truth. Harker was skimming from Scarnetti, not a good idea at all given the ruthlessness of the bastard, but Thorn had just looked the other way. he didn't know anything about the murders other than being the person who walked in and found them. Not much help there.</p><p></p><p>With the sanitarium too far a walk at this time of night a few of us went to the after party, wherein a shaken Trixie had a good deal to drink, got into a verbal catfight with the actress portraying her, and then started fooling around with the actor playing me - weird. She left with someone at some point as Tofa and I kept things a little calmer, but was bright and chipper the next morning when we headed out.</p><p></p><p>The Saintly Haven of Respite was an odd building in the middle of nowhere, and soon after we were ushered in Firendren vanished to no doubt cause some sort of trouble. he returned while we were talking to Doctor Habe dressed in a doctor's coat and stethoscope he'd gotten from somewhere.</p><p></p><p>He's an odd one.</p><p></p><p>Eventually Habe took us to one Grayve Sevilla, strapped to a table in the basement and reeking of corrupted flesh. Firendren quickly identified the man in the late stages of ghoul fever, and he looked helpless until he caught sight of Trixie. His eyes lit up, and his previously unintelligible babble became crystal clear - "You! He said you'd visit! The Lordship was right, he's always right! He said, oh, I must remember, I must remember, he wants me to deliver this message, oh yes yes! if you can get over your misgivings soon and join the Pack he has something wonderful to show you! yes! His Lordship!"</p><p></p><p>Then he died.</p><p></p><p>Then he un-died, bursting his bonds and charging us as a horrific ghoul. We put him down quickly and then turned on Habe, who admitted he'd known what was wrong with him but simply had to study him! Londis had a talk with him and the filthy rich bastard agreed to pay for a number of rituals and potions that will hopefully not be necessary.</p><p></p><p>Oh, of course they will. Sandport's in trouble again, and they're looking to us. So we'll consult with the town Sage and try to find this thing before it finds Trixie.</p><p></p><p>And I thought Foxglove was bad.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5379798, member: 48156"] [b]Session #15 November 15, 2010 - Sandport is Truly a Damsel in Distress[/b] notes: on to a new super creepy story arc. It would be easier to pity poor Trixie if she hadn't given Grezz such a steady stream of abuse the entire session. Firendrin's choice of taking knowledge in exchange for helping recover the crown seems to have turned out well so far, as he gained a few skills (and would have had more if he hadn't boned some rolls). Now we're into something darker and presumably undead-ier. Dinner, after a crock pot malfunction KO'd a pot roast, was (damn tasty) rotisserie chicken and twice-cooked baked potatoes (why were they twice cooked? because I didn't cook 'em long enough the first time. Hiyo!!!!). From the Journal of Grezzalik M'Rethen: For someone who's trying to keep a low profile, I'm not doing that great a job. Okay, it's hard to do so in Sandport, where we're treated like heroes. But after we got back from the salvage job it was hard to walk around town without someone pointing or hailing us or wanting to shake our hands. I needed some time to do some research - I'd had enough time on the voyage to give Hadarga a thorough examination and told Tofa everything the blade could [I]currently[/I] do, in addition to managing to retrain myself to swap one spell out for another. Ah, Color Spray, i thank you for nursing me through the early days of my wandering career, but I know your limitations and had no choice. The wand we have can't cast shocking grasp forever, so I learned it myself. Zap. Zap Zap Zap! It was a long voyage. I manged to scrape together enough money - we made an obscene amount from the job (OOC: 2250gp each) and I had some lying around - to lay in an order for a Cauldron of Brewing. I toyed with the idea of getting some sort of protective item or even a magic weapon of some sort, but it wasn't enough for anything really good. I had about a thousand other things I wanted to do but an invite from Amieko reminded us of a mistake we'd made, a while ago. Ugh. Back when we'd first stopped the goblins from ruining the festival an actor named Cerdric had approached us and negotiated for the rights to the story. At the time 10 gold each sounded like an awful lot of money, and so we'd agreed and given him the story after taking out Nuallia. At worst we figured he'd make something silly and it would vanish shortly thereafter. Nah. huge hit. So we joined Amieko and Ethrem Valdemars in a private box and watched the . . . whatever it was. Let's just say some creative license was taken - liberally. Right before the show ended we were joined by the Sheriff, who had a grim tale to tell. Sandport was in trouble again. This time it was murders, the second having just taken place at a lumber mill owned by . . . the :):):):)ing Scarnettis. Wonderful. A pair of lovers had been gruesomely slaughtered while the foreman was home for dinner by something we quickly determined wasn't human. The slashing wounds on the male victim, Banny Hasker, reeked of the grave. The female was the very same young lady who'd tried to seduce me, Katrina Vinder (see! I KNEW she was trouble!). As best as we could determine, something came out of the river under the mill's pier and attacked. Banny was torn up by talons and staked to a wall, with a sehedron rune carved into his chest. Katrina had evidently fought back and wounded the thing with a handaxe before being thrown into the saw . . . yeah, it was as gruesome as one might imagine. oh, there was one other thing - a note left for Trixie - yes, our Trixie - scrawled in blood on a torn shirt. The completely freaked halfling gave it to me after she'd read it: [INDENT]You will learn to love me, desire me in time like She did. Give yourself to the Pack and it shall all End - Your Lordship [/INDENT] Quite. We were then told of a triple murder that had taken place a few days earlier outside of town with similar results - dead men with sehedron runes craved into them and festering slashes elsewhere. We were told of a survivor behind held in a sanitarium, and we agreed we needed to see him after we talked to Ebor Thorn, the missing manager of the mill. He was being held in town and wasn't particularly forthcoming at first. He admitted he knew Harker was messing around with Vinder, but it took some special threatening by Londis (he cast a silence spell and pulled out surgical tools, which loosened Thorn's tongue quickly) to get the truth. Harker was skimming from Scarnetti, not a good idea at all given the ruthlessness of the bastard, but Thorn had just looked the other way. he didn't know anything about the murders other than being the person who walked in and found them. Not much help there. With the sanitarium too far a walk at this time of night a few of us went to the after party, wherein a shaken Trixie had a good deal to drink, got into a verbal catfight with the actress portraying her, and then started fooling around with the actor playing me - weird. She left with someone at some point as Tofa and I kept things a little calmer, but was bright and chipper the next morning when we headed out. The Saintly Haven of Respite was an odd building in the middle of nowhere, and soon after we were ushered in Firendren vanished to no doubt cause some sort of trouble. he returned while we were talking to Doctor Habe dressed in a doctor's coat and stethoscope he'd gotten from somewhere. He's an odd one. Eventually Habe took us to one Grayve Sevilla, strapped to a table in the basement and reeking of corrupted flesh. Firendren quickly identified the man in the late stages of ghoul fever, and he looked helpless until he caught sight of Trixie. His eyes lit up, and his previously unintelligible babble became crystal clear - "You! He said you'd visit! The Lordship was right, he's always right! He said, oh, I must remember, I must remember, he wants me to deliver this message, oh yes yes! if you can get over your misgivings soon and join the Pack he has something wonderful to show you! yes! His Lordship!" Then he died. Then he un-died, bursting his bonds and charging us as a horrific ghoul. We put him down quickly and then turned on Habe, who admitted he'd known what was wrong with him but simply had to study him! Londis had a talk with him and the filthy rich bastard agreed to pay for a number of rituals and potions that will hopefully not be necessary. Oh, of course they will. Sandport's in trouble again, and they're looking to us. So we'll consult with the town Sage and try to find this thing before it finds Trixie. And I thought Foxglove was bad. [/QUOTE]
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