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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5747125" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #48 - December 5th, 2011 - There Goes the Neighborhood</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: A disjointed session, forced to start late due to a dinner mishap. I can't really describe how incredibly funny Londis' interrogation of the Ulfen was, but I'm going to try. here's what I didn't write into the last entry - Londis threatened Heimeral that unless he told us everything he'd find himself with his hands and feet amputated, wearing a dress and being wheeled around in a giant baby carriage. Certainly a terrible fate for an Ulfen warrior, but we all just figured it was some creative bluffing.</p><p></p><p><em>Don't ever underestimate Pete's genius!</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em>It was a roleplaying only session, with our new player showing up later in the session and making Eurayle an absolute pain in Grezz's ass. It appears he'll be joining us as a ranger concentrating in archery, which as Calefalas proved in the Fellnight is a good fit for our party. We're still healing challenged (although Tofa is getting there) so I invested in a bunch of healing scrolls Grezz can't even read. </p><p></p><p>Dinner ended up being pancakes and sausage. </p><p></p><p>From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>I was walking back into town with a heavy coffer under my arm - Titus Scarnetti had been most appreciative of the rescuing of his wife, and in addition to the fairly generous cash reward he'd tossed in several heavy duty healing potions and the assurance that the Scarnettis would let our quarrel die - as if I gave a flying dragon's scaly ass about them anymore. He did confirm that the assassins in Magnidaar had been their hire - next time, spend a little extra cash and get some good ones.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, Londis came up to me with a wild gleam in his eye. "There you are. I need to you help with my interrogation. Can you do this?" He then launched into a detailed description of what he wanted done. It was outlandish to say the least, but I shrugged. For what he wanted I only needed a single charge from my crook, and I had . . . well, 3 left. And maybe 3 or 4 total spell slots left. It had been a day.</p><p></p><p>The Ulfen woke up as Londis healed him and took in his situation. He was wearing a giant pink dress, lying in a baby carriage, and lacking hands and feet. Understandably he was quite upset. First he started with the yells of anger, then switched to threats, then to pleading, and finally agreed to tell us everything we wanted to know, a broken man. I sat just out of view, using my <em>Major Image</em> for the carriage and to make him think he'd had amputations - in reality Londis had tied off his limbs and had me make the extremities invisible. It was diabolical and fiendish and completely effective. </p><p></p><p>Londis is a frightening man.</p><p></p><p>Heimeral spilled what he knew - the Laughing Bones weren't just a blind hire, but traitors who'd signed on with Mokmorian for promises of positions of power when the giant invaded and conquered us. Lovely. After we finished with him and had him taken away, we switched to the giant. He was much more eager to talk and open to making a deal. It made sense, as Cyrdith had been an Elder supplanted by the magically-juiced runt. He filled us in that raids like this had taken place at the same time up and down the coast. The stone the giant had taken hadn't been specific - any stone from the tower would have done. The dragon had been one of the few not dominated by Mokmorian but had come of its own accord, smart enough to see which way the wind blows. He went on about how Mokmorian has somehow gathered the power of the Thasselonians and was dangerous beyond words.</p><p></p><p>He also made it fairly obvious he wouldn't mind the runt being removed and was more than happy to help us make that happen.</p><p></p><p>"Mokmorian is basically a living siege engine. We were sent down to retrieve those stones and pave the way for his coming." He made a wry chuckle. "We certainly didn't expect to hit resistance such as this. It'll take a while for word of this to get back, and I'm glad I won't be there for that."</p><p></p><p>Londis grunted. "There were other Elders such as yourself that were shoved out - would they be of the same mind as you about hoping for Mokmorian to be removed? And have followers on that line of thought as well?"</p><p></p><p>Cyrdith nodded. "Of course. Not enough to openly oppose him though - he's got giants of all types there, plus dragons and those stupid lamia bitches."</p><p></p><p>"Yes, we've met a few of them."</p><p></p><p>His eyes widened. "And you're still here to tell the tale. Impressive." He paused, shifted in the chains that held him aloft. "I sense you have an offer in mind."</p><p></p><p>The inquisitor offered one of his horrible smiles. "Indeed. You will provide us with all the information you can about this Mokmorian, his strengths and weaknesses, his followers, his magic, and so on. The dragon I killed - "</p><p></p><p>'Longtooth."</p><p></p><p>"Longtooth. Do you know where his lair is?"</p><p></p><p>Cyrdith frowned. "Well, yes. I've seen it from afar, but I haven't been in it or anything like that."</p><p></p><p>"Good enough. You can draw us a map."</p><p></p><p>"Uhm," said Eurayle, "I could teleport us there, if I could see the place."</p><p></p><p>I spoke up. "You've seen the place, Cyrdith?" At his nod, I grinned and dug a scroll of <em>Share Memories</em> out of my haversack. "Okay, we should be good for the Storval Plains express."</p><p></p><p>The giant was quiet for a second, then asked, "And what is my benefit for all of this?"</p><p></p><p>"Grezz," said Londis, "What's going on with Hook Mountain?"</p><p></p><p>"Hook Mountain? There still some ogres up there, but for the most part they either died or fled." </p><p></p><p>"Excellent. Surely Cyrdith and his friends could handle the stragglers."</p><p></p><p>"You want him to take over as Black Arrows?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh, no no no, Grezz. I want them to move in and become citizens of your barony."</p><p></p><p>I looked at the giant, who has the same stunned expression I did. "Seriously?"</p><p></p><p>"oh, I'm quite serious. Everything they need is up there, and you get a northern buffer. plus I'm sure a few would love to join my guard."</p><p></p><p>Tofa cursed loudly. "Da, the Ulfen will not like that!"</p><p></p><p>Londis smirked. "I'm well aware of that."</p><p></p><p>I started to protest, then stopped and thought for a minute. The giants weren't actually evil, and to be honest the Lord-Mayor would possibly crap himself when he learned I had a cadre of giants under my mantle. It would certainly shift the balance of power between us a bit. Raising an eyebrow I said to Londis, "You are one devious son of a bitch." To the giant I said, "We'll have to hammer out details, but does this sound like a reasonable deal to you?"</p><p></p><p>He stretched and dropped to the door as if the chains had never existed at all. "I think we can work something out."</p><p></p><p>Silent all the while, Trixie tapped her Rod or Wonder and muttered, "I'm not excited about this."</p><p></p><p>Londis' chuckles echoed throughout the mill.</p><p></p><p>EDIT: I forgot this - Heimeral had a gigantic sihidron rune carved into his chest - as we were finishing up with our interrogation it started to pulse with a black light and I - making dinner at the time - managed to bone, with help from the others, a good 5 or 6 Dispel magic rolls, allowing the Ulfen to melt into a puddle of black goo. The sheriff wasn't pleased.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5747125, member: 48156"] [b]Session #48 - December 5th, 2011 - There Goes the Neighborhood[/b] notes: A disjointed session, forced to start late due to a dinner mishap. I can't really describe how incredibly funny Londis' interrogation of the Ulfen was, but I'm going to try. here's what I didn't write into the last entry - Londis threatened Heimeral that unless he told us everything he'd find himself with his hands and feet amputated, wearing a dress and being wheeled around in a giant baby carriage. Certainly a terrible fate for an Ulfen warrior, but we all just figured it was some creative bluffing. [I]Don't ever underestimate Pete's genius! [/I]It was a roleplaying only session, with our new player showing up later in the session and making Eurayle an absolute pain in Grezz's ass. It appears he'll be joining us as a ranger concentrating in archery, which as Calefalas proved in the Fellnight is a good fit for our party. We're still healing challenged (although Tofa is getting there) so I invested in a bunch of healing scrolls Grezz can't even read. Dinner ended up being pancakes and sausage. From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen: I was walking back into town with a heavy coffer under my arm - Titus Scarnetti had been most appreciative of the rescuing of his wife, and in addition to the fairly generous cash reward he'd tossed in several heavy duty healing potions and the assurance that the Scarnettis would let our quarrel die - as if I gave a flying dragon's scaly ass about them anymore. He did confirm that the assassins in Magnidaar had been their hire - next time, spend a little extra cash and get some good ones. Anyway, Londis came up to me with a wild gleam in his eye. "There you are. I need to you help with my interrogation. Can you do this?" He then launched into a detailed description of what he wanted done. It was outlandish to say the least, but I shrugged. For what he wanted I only needed a single charge from my crook, and I had . . . well, 3 left. And maybe 3 or 4 total spell slots left. It had been a day. The Ulfen woke up as Londis healed him and took in his situation. He was wearing a giant pink dress, lying in a baby carriage, and lacking hands and feet. Understandably he was quite upset. First he started with the yells of anger, then switched to threats, then to pleading, and finally agreed to tell us everything we wanted to know, a broken man. I sat just out of view, using my [I]Major Image[/I] for the carriage and to make him think he'd had amputations - in reality Londis had tied off his limbs and had me make the extremities invisible. It was diabolical and fiendish and completely effective. Londis is a frightening man. Heimeral spilled what he knew - the Laughing Bones weren't just a blind hire, but traitors who'd signed on with Mokmorian for promises of positions of power when the giant invaded and conquered us. Lovely. After we finished with him and had him taken away, we switched to the giant. He was much more eager to talk and open to making a deal. It made sense, as Cyrdith had been an Elder supplanted by the magically-juiced runt. He filled us in that raids like this had taken place at the same time up and down the coast. The stone the giant had taken hadn't been specific - any stone from the tower would have done. The dragon had been one of the few not dominated by Mokmorian but had come of its own accord, smart enough to see which way the wind blows. He went on about how Mokmorian has somehow gathered the power of the Thasselonians and was dangerous beyond words. He also made it fairly obvious he wouldn't mind the runt being removed and was more than happy to help us make that happen. "Mokmorian is basically a living siege engine. We were sent down to retrieve those stones and pave the way for his coming." He made a wry chuckle. "We certainly didn't expect to hit resistance such as this. It'll take a while for word of this to get back, and I'm glad I won't be there for that." Londis grunted. "There were other Elders such as yourself that were shoved out - would they be of the same mind as you about hoping for Mokmorian to be removed? And have followers on that line of thought as well?" Cyrdith nodded. "Of course. Not enough to openly oppose him though - he's got giants of all types there, plus dragons and those stupid lamia bitches." "Yes, we've met a few of them." His eyes widened. "And you're still here to tell the tale. Impressive." He paused, shifted in the chains that held him aloft. "I sense you have an offer in mind." The inquisitor offered one of his horrible smiles. "Indeed. You will provide us with all the information you can about this Mokmorian, his strengths and weaknesses, his followers, his magic, and so on. The dragon I killed - " 'Longtooth." "Longtooth. Do you know where his lair is?" Cyrdith frowned. "Well, yes. I've seen it from afar, but I haven't been in it or anything like that." "Good enough. You can draw us a map." "Uhm," said Eurayle, "I could teleport us there, if I could see the place." I spoke up. "You've seen the place, Cyrdith?" At his nod, I grinned and dug a scroll of [I]Share Memories[/I] out of my haversack. "Okay, we should be good for the Storval Plains express." The giant was quiet for a second, then asked, "And what is my benefit for all of this?" "Grezz," said Londis, "What's going on with Hook Mountain?" "Hook Mountain? There still some ogres up there, but for the most part they either died or fled." "Excellent. Surely Cyrdith and his friends could handle the stragglers." "You want him to take over as Black Arrows?" "Oh, no no no, Grezz. I want them to move in and become citizens of your barony." I looked at the giant, who has the same stunned expression I did. "Seriously?" "oh, I'm quite serious. Everything they need is up there, and you get a northern buffer. plus I'm sure a few would love to join my guard." Tofa cursed loudly. "Da, the Ulfen will not like that!" Londis smirked. "I'm well aware of that." I started to protest, then stopped and thought for a minute. The giants weren't actually evil, and to be honest the Lord-Mayor would possibly crap himself when he learned I had a cadre of giants under my mantle. It would certainly shift the balance of power between us a bit. Raising an eyebrow I said to Londis, "You are one devious son of a bitch." To the giant I said, "We'll have to hammer out details, but does this sound like a reasonable deal to you?" He stretched and dropped to the door as if the chains had never existed at all. "I think we can work something out." Silent all the while, Trixie tapped her Rod or Wonder and muttered, "I'm not excited about this." Londis' chuckles echoed throughout the mill. EDIT: I forgot this - Heimeral had a gigantic sihidron rune carved into his chest - as we were finishing up with our interrogation it started to pulse with a black light and I - making dinner at the time - managed to bone, with help from the others, a good 5 or 6 Dispel magic rolls, allowing the Ulfen to melt into a puddle of black goo. The sheriff wasn't pleased. [/QUOTE]
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