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<blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 3874690" data-attributes="member: 4036"><p>The next morning when I came back inside there was a heavily armored half-orc of no descent I recognized who looked as if he had just stepped off of the battlefield. He was trying to communicate in a very broken common but having studied the languages of orcs I was able to converse more easily with him, though his dialect was foreign to me. He identified himself as a follower of some power called Corean and said he and his companion, Reagan, had traveled to this plane only to be beset and separated by dark elves. He also mentioned that he was a student of the Stone Dragon, Devoted Spirit, and White Raven disciplines of the Sublime Way which impressed me some what. In any case, he wished to hire the services of locals to rescue his companion and offered what amounted to around a thousand imperials each to us. After Jenna's belittling of our plans to head into the Dungeon after ratmen, a clash against dark elves may be a better choice if I want to bring a little notoriety to my family name.</p><p></p><p>We accepted his offer and took down what information he could offer about where he had passed and what Reagan looked like.</p><p></p><p>Later Father Fabitor brought word of Dolan's progress or lack thereof and also commented on the terrible nature of the infection that had been spreading from the Warrens. Apparently portals like the one Gnarlfist had opened in Delver's Square had opened in nearly every open area around town. It seems that the infection is less a disease and more of an actual living parasite that is somehow able to find purchase in even a paladin’s sanctified biology. Worse, he knew of no cure that had been found and reported that as a result much of the resources of the city had been withdrawn to safeguard the nobility. With the Emperor of the Church and his son, the Prince, within the Noble’s Quarter this came as little surprise to me. He seemed particularly upset that T’lan had been able to purge the infestation in Voss when the Church had not at which point Voss returned from the kitchen for long enough to get himself banned from St Gustave’s and chase Fabitor out with his usual flippant non-stop commentary.</p><p></p><p>Some of the others and I required better armaments for our newest undertaking but after an envoy of the Dreaming Apothecary visited me I found I had neither the time nor the coin to arrange what I had planned. I did manage to arrange for the artisans to induct Rayth and Riley into their patronage for both party’s mutual benefits however. The following day however was interrupted by some form of ooze leaking from what Voss identified as Torm’s room. I strayed to close in my investigation of it and it proved both animate and hostile.</p><p></p><p>Voss, Rayth, and Riley all attacked it with their differing forms of magic, while I unfortunately employed more conventional means. To my shame when I struck it with the weapon passed down through my family it was consumed in a gout of acidic spray. While the others continued assaulting it at range I was left to defend myself from its repeated caustic attacks with various pieces of furniture I dashed against its mass.</p><p></p><p>When it lost it’s cohesiveness we were able to investigate the barren environs of Torm’s room in which the colloidal gel had devoured everything from the floorboards, to the furniture, to the remains of the half-orc crusader. Seeing nothing to be done for the poor bastard and still furious with myself I stormed out to Rastor’s Arms to see about rearming myself to at least rescue Reagan. Rastor offered to attempt to restore my family weapon and sold me a replacement in the meantime which was a great, if expensive, relief to me. But while I was doing this, the other’s more extensive search of the site of Torm’s demise had yielded dangerous findings.</p><p></p><p>Back at the minstrel I followed the sound of combat to the room directly above Torm’s and found Rayth emptying the contents of his stomach on the floor along with the frightful stench of burnt flesh. Within the room Riley had apparently incinerated three dark elf practitioners of dark blood sorcery and Voss was in the process of hacking the scalps off their—in one case, still breathing—bodies. In the middle of the room, vivisected and partially merged into the floor of the room was the grotesque mutilated form of some hapless elf the dark elves had been using as the channel for their summoning. Voss swiftly put that thing out of its misery but Rayth stopped him from similarly finishing off the priestess that was still breathing. He administered the bare minimum of care to the vile creature to get her talking and through a mix of offers of mercy and menace we gathered a few useful pieces of information. Apparently the dark elf practitioners we have twice encountered now are servants of the Fallen while those who captured Reagan were of some rival House. These elves had been magically questioning the remains of Torm to gather whatever information they could as apparently Reagan bore something known as the Master of Hunger that the Fallen believed would aid them in bringing about the Night of Dissolution. At this point Riley became even more interested in rescuing Reagan if only to thwart the Fallen.</p><p></p><p>I was relating to the others what little I knew of the Fallen and their Dark Reliquary when T’lan arrived in person carrying a magical bag of some kind. I had heard some whisper of the demons Lilith and Raziel leading the Fallen but the truth T’lan revealed was much darker. Raziel was apparently a celestial being born of the old gods before they had left Praemal charged with bringing order to some hell outside our realm. He had come by choice back to this world to discover why his parents would do such a thing to him and migrated along with most of the world’s extraplanar inhabitants to the city by the Spire. Apparently he is a conflicted being who rules the demons of the Fallen because he is uniquely suited to do so, but what his agenda could entail may be much more complicated given T’lan’s information.</p><p></p><p>In any case, T’lan had arrived to inform us we would be required to attend to some plot of his in 10 days on the 23rd. He also gave to us the magical bag he had brought with him that somehow contained more than thirty thousand gold imperials. I certainly had the funds now to see about acquiring a more resilient weapon, but I still didn’t have the nearly two weeks it would take for the Dreaming Apothecary to manufacture it. Regardless, T’lan’s answer of my missive was a great boon and the others immediately put it to use.</p><p></p><p>Later that day Meagan made herself known to us in her usual manner quietly relieving us of near a hundred imperials. Now calling herself Nancy she had apparently taken well to life within the walls and had information to sell us, Rayth immediately took a great dislike to her while Voss sought a more manageable arrangement of payment for services along with information for an equal share of findings provided an equal amount of contribution and risk was undertaken. Meagan, or Nancy, or whatever she prefers left us for a time and returned very well armed for us to set out. Riley and the waif verbally sparred for a time over providing a real name but the only interesting thing to come out of it was an apparent attraction between Meagan and Voss which amuses me to no end.</p><p></p><p>Meagan told us that the information she had come across and was going to have sold to us included not only clues to where Reagan—yes I know, its somewhat confusing to me as well—had been abducted but that she might even know where the dark elves are holding her. We will likely need to fight through ratmen and orcs being paid to run interference for them, but if we make it through we may be able to negotiate Reagan’s release. Not that I have anything the dark elves might value nor any desire to provide it to them. We’ll see, there is much to come before then.</p><p></p><p>****</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jeremy, post: 3874690, member: 4036"] The next morning when I came back inside there was a heavily armored half-orc of no descent I recognized who looked as if he had just stepped off of the battlefield. He was trying to communicate in a very broken common but having studied the languages of orcs I was able to converse more easily with him, though his dialect was foreign to me. He identified himself as a follower of some power called Corean and said he and his companion, Reagan, had traveled to this plane only to be beset and separated by dark elves. He also mentioned that he was a student of the Stone Dragon, Devoted Spirit, and White Raven disciplines of the Sublime Way which impressed me some what. In any case, he wished to hire the services of locals to rescue his companion and offered what amounted to around a thousand imperials each to us. After Jenna's belittling of our plans to head into the Dungeon after ratmen, a clash against dark elves may be a better choice if I want to bring a little notoriety to my family name. We accepted his offer and took down what information he could offer about where he had passed and what Reagan looked like. Later Father Fabitor brought word of Dolan's progress or lack thereof and also commented on the terrible nature of the infection that had been spreading from the Warrens. Apparently portals like the one Gnarlfist had opened in Delver's Square had opened in nearly every open area around town. It seems that the infection is less a disease and more of an actual living parasite that is somehow able to find purchase in even a paladin’s sanctified biology. Worse, he knew of no cure that had been found and reported that as a result much of the resources of the city had been withdrawn to safeguard the nobility. With the Emperor of the Church and his son, the Prince, within the Noble’s Quarter this came as little surprise to me. He seemed particularly upset that T’lan had been able to purge the infestation in Voss when the Church had not at which point Voss returned from the kitchen for long enough to get himself banned from St Gustave’s and chase Fabitor out with his usual flippant non-stop commentary. Some of the others and I required better armaments for our newest undertaking but after an envoy of the Dreaming Apothecary visited me I found I had neither the time nor the coin to arrange what I had planned. I did manage to arrange for the artisans to induct Rayth and Riley into their patronage for both party’s mutual benefits however. The following day however was interrupted by some form of ooze leaking from what Voss identified as Torm’s room. I strayed to close in my investigation of it and it proved both animate and hostile. Voss, Rayth, and Riley all attacked it with their differing forms of magic, while I unfortunately employed more conventional means. To my shame when I struck it with the weapon passed down through my family it was consumed in a gout of acidic spray. While the others continued assaulting it at range I was left to defend myself from its repeated caustic attacks with various pieces of furniture I dashed against its mass. When it lost it’s cohesiveness we were able to investigate the barren environs of Torm’s room in which the colloidal gel had devoured everything from the floorboards, to the furniture, to the remains of the half-orc crusader. Seeing nothing to be done for the poor bastard and still furious with myself I stormed out to Rastor’s Arms to see about rearming myself to at least rescue Reagan. Rastor offered to attempt to restore my family weapon and sold me a replacement in the meantime which was a great, if expensive, relief to me. But while I was doing this, the other’s more extensive search of the site of Torm’s demise had yielded dangerous findings. Back at the minstrel I followed the sound of combat to the room directly above Torm’s and found Rayth emptying the contents of his stomach on the floor along with the frightful stench of burnt flesh. Within the room Riley had apparently incinerated three dark elf practitioners of dark blood sorcery and Voss was in the process of hacking the scalps off their—in one case, still breathing—bodies. In the middle of the room, vivisected and partially merged into the floor of the room was the grotesque mutilated form of some hapless elf the dark elves had been using as the channel for their summoning. Voss swiftly put that thing out of its misery but Rayth stopped him from similarly finishing off the priestess that was still breathing. He administered the bare minimum of care to the vile creature to get her talking and through a mix of offers of mercy and menace we gathered a few useful pieces of information. Apparently the dark elf practitioners we have twice encountered now are servants of the Fallen while those who captured Reagan were of some rival House. These elves had been magically questioning the remains of Torm to gather whatever information they could as apparently Reagan bore something known as the Master of Hunger that the Fallen believed would aid them in bringing about the Night of Dissolution. At this point Riley became even more interested in rescuing Reagan if only to thwart the Fallen. I was relating to the others what little I knew of the Fallen and their Dark Reliquary when T’lan arrived in person carrying a magical bag of some kind. I had heard some whisper of the demons Lilith and Raziel leading the Fallen but the truth T’lan revealed was much darker. Raziel was apparently a celestial being born of the old gods before they had left Praemal charged with bringing order to some hell outside our realm. He had come by choice back to this world to discover why his parents would do such a thing to him and migrated along with most of the world’s extraplanar inhabitants to the city by the Spire. Apparently he is a conflicted being who rules the demons of the Fallen because he is uniquely suited to do so, but what his agenda could entail may be much more complicated given T’lan’s information. In any case, T’lan had arrived to inform us we would be required to attend to some plot of his in 10 days on the 23rd. He also gave to us the magical bag he had brought with him that somehow contained more than thirty thousand gold imperials. I certainly had the funds now to see about acquiring a more resilient weapon, but I still didn’t have the nearly two weeks it would take for the Dreaming Apothecary to manufacture it. Regardless, T’lan’s answer of my missive was a great boon and the others immediately put it to use. Later that day Meagan made herself known to us in her usual manner quietly relieving us of near a hundred imperials. Now calling herself Nancy she had apparently taken well to life within the walls and had information to sell us, Rayth immediately took a great dislike to her while Voss sought a more manageable arrangement of payment for services along with information for an equal share of findings provided an equal amount of contribution and risk was undertaken. Meagan, or Nancy, or whatever she prefers left us for a time and returned very well armed for us to set out. Riley and the waif verbally sparred for a time over providing a real name but the only interesting thing to come out of it was an apparent attraction between Meagan and Voss which amuses me to no end. Meagan told us that the information she had come across and was going to have sold to us included not only clues to where Reagan—yes I know, its somewhat confusing to me as well—had been abducted but that she might even know where the dark elves are holding her. We will likely need to fight through ratmen and orcs being paid to run interference for them, but if we make it through we may be able to negotiate Reagan’s release. Not that I have anything the dark elves might value nor any desire to provide it to them. We’ll see, there is much to come before then. **** [/QUOTE]
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