shilsen
Adventurer
As the druids say - When your only tool is a flame strike, everything looks flammable.Sidekick said:Ahh poolitical intrigue - where Lunua's Flame Strikes (tm) are near useless.
notice how I said 'near useless'...
Luckily, the PCs have realized they're out of their depth when it comes to urban skullduggery and political maneuvering and are working hard at building up some support for their side. Especially Six, who's putting his improved abilities (he put the permanent +4 enhancements from the Silver Flame into Int, Wis and Cha, giving him the second highest Int and Cha in the party) to good use.
And here we go, with my 4th update in 7 days (and expect another, much longer, one on Thursday, detailing the dinner with the Boromars and the fun things Gareth does there)...
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Picking up Allies
The next day, the Angels visit Black Arch, the garrison district of Lower Tavick’s. The dark, foreboding district is the gateway to the rest of Sharn for all who enter it by land, and is clearly designed to stand a siege if needed. Fortified spires and guard posts abound, and heavy portcullises stand ready to seal off the main entrances as needed. The center of the district is dominated by a massive tower of sable stone, and it is to this garrison that the Angels head.
The note from Sava Kharisa makes entrance easier, but even so, it is a good hour or so before they are able to see Iyanna ir’Talan, the supposedly incorruptible commander of the Tavick’s Landing branch of the City Watch. They find her to be surprisingly young, looking as if she were in her late 20s or early 30s at best. The plain-featured and serious-looking woman with short brown hair looks up from a piled desk as they are ushered into her office.
“Yes? How may I help you?”
The Angels introduce themselves and Iyanna says, “I know of you, though we haven’t met. I have read and heard of some of your exploits.” The tone is dry and non-committal.
Nameless says, “Since we’ve moved into a building in Upper Tavick’s, as I’m sure you’ve heard, we thought we would come by and introduce ourselves.”
“I appreciate the courtesy, but no, I hadn’t heard. Upper Tavick’s is outside my jurisdiction. It has its own branch of the Watch and the Deneith Blademark handling matters.”
“Yes,” says Nameless. “We also wanted to offer you any help we can, and to offer refuge if you ever need it.”
“Refuge?” asks Iyanna, sounding surprised.
“You do know that there’s an expectation that you won’t live out the year, correct?”
Iyanna replies dryly. “Yes. I had forgotten to check on the odds currently on offer. And you are offering me refuge in case people try to kill me?”
“Yes. If you ever need sanctuary, we’d be happy to provide it.”
Iyanna’s lips flicker into the ghost of a smile and she says, “Well, it’s been a long time since someone made that kind of offer to me. Thanks, but I have to say that if I’m not here at my desk, I’d in all likelihood have to be dead. But tell me – why are you being so … helpful?”
“We want to be on good terms with law enforcement in the city,” explains Nameless, “And you were especially well recommended to us by Sava Kharisa.” He hands over the note the councilor had given the group.
Iyanna reads it, and for the first time, a real smile crosses her face. “Good. If Sava vouches for you, that’s good enough for me.” She looks around the group and says, “And I appreciate the offer of aid. All of the commanders like to have a few skilled contacts for jobs that the regular watch can’t handle, and I believe your abilities are well beyond what our normal forces can bring to the table.”
“That’s true,” says Nameless frankly. “Also, we can provide some help with divinations, if not-so-direct help is needed.”
“That’s good to know. We usually have the Blackened Book take care of such things, but an extra option never hurts.”
“We’ve actually had a lot of contact with Balan Cord of the Blackened Book,” adds Six.
“Ah! Warden Cord is one of their best countermages. We’ve worked together before.” Iyanna leans forward and rests both elbows on her desk. “Sava and I have recently been working on a series of operations designed to significantly – at least so we hope – cut into drug trafficking in this city. We might be able to use your expertise there.”
A couple of the Angels wince and Nameless says, “We’d like to, but we have a problem in one area. We have an agreement with Daask not to harm them in any way for six months?”
“You have an agreement with Daask?”
“It’s a long story. In short, we attacked one of their drug dens for a little exercise, got careless and two of us,” he indicates Gareth and himself, “Got captured. They released us in return for a promise not to attack them in any way for six months.”
“They released you?”
“Yes,” puts in Gareth. “They were worried that if they killed us, that the rest of the team would cause so much damage in revenge that it wouldn’t be worth it.”
“Bah!” grunts Luna. “They just knew I was coming.” She grins at Iyanna. “These four geniuses went off to beat up on Daask for fun and got two of them captured. Never send a man to do a woman’s job.”
Iyanna doesn’t smile, but her lips twitch slightly. Then she looks at Nameless and says, her tone dry, “All right. This would be a good time to tell me if you have any agreements with the Boromars too.”
“No,” replies Nameless, “But we are having dinner with them tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Got the invitation yesterday.” Nameless produces it and slides it across for Iyanna to read.
“Do you have any idea why you received this invitation?”
“I’m guessing it’s simply because we’ve bought a house in a high society area and it’s essentially a social gathering,” says Gareth.
“Hardly. Saidan wouldn’t be inviting you if he didn’t want something, even if it be just some information about you.” She hands back the invitation and says, “I’d appreciate it if you tell me what happens at the dinner.”
“We will,” promises Nameless.
After a little more conversation, the Angels leave. As they are heading back to the house, Nameless says, “Well, that makes a few useful contacts, with Balan, Talleon, Sava and her.”
“I hope so,” says Korm. “We really need a few people on our side.”
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Gareth answers the knock on the door to see a young man, dressed much like one of the Blades might be, armored in a chain shirt, with a rapier at his side and a shortbow on his back.
“Hello – I’m looking for Mithral Six of Six. I was sent by Warden Balan Cord.”
“Come on in. I am Gareth. And you are?”
“Call me Fett,” says the man with a friendly smile, shaking Gareth’s hand and following him in.
Gareth leads Fett into the parlor, where the others are. He quickly introduces himself and then addresses Six.
“You must be Six. Balan said that you were looking to hire someone who’d be able to keep an ear out for news around Sharn, especially regarding the underworld?”
“Yes, I am” says Six, waving Fett to a seat. To the others, he says, “I went to talk to Balan about Daask and the Boromars and asked for a contact or two in this area.”
“Sounds good to me,” says Korm. “We could really use it, and we also really suck at it, as someone recently pointed out.”
Six emits a metallic chuckle and turns to Fett. “All right. Tell us a little about yourself and why you’re interested in the job.”
“All right,” says Fett. “Firstly, just so there are no misunderstandings, I’m a changeling.”
“Okay. Probably works out the better for us if we hire you in this regard.”
“Yes, it does,” says Fett, with a smile, and then provides the Angels with a quick coverage of personal information. He is actually a former member of the Blades of Arakhain*, probably the best known adventuring group in Sharn before the Guardian Angels, and says he was in the group when it took out the Emerald Claw cell here in Gray House. When his companions returned to the Mournland with aid from Houses Cannith and Deneith to go after the Lord of Blades, whom they had encountered on a previous visit there, he respectfully declined.
“One visit there was enough,” he says, “Thank you very much. Unfortunately, you’ve already heard what happened to the rest of the group there.” The Angels nod, knowing that the Blades of Arakhain were all killed in the battle during which the Lord of Blades was slain.
Fett goes on to say that he’s been in Sharn for the last two months, building up contacts, many of them in the underworld, and creating a few working identities. Since he had worked with Balan in eliminating the Emerald Claw, Balan thought of him after Six made the request. Fett says that he’d be happy to work for the Angels, who he has heard a lot about, as well as seeing them at the festival of Dol Dorn (where they dueled some of his now late companions). This job would allow him to use his specific skills, earn some money, and have some powerful allies.
Gareth, at this point, says that in view of their experiences, he’d like to use a few divinations on Fett, namely a detect evil, a zone of truth and a detect thoughts. Fett looks momentarily hesitant, but then agrees, saying, “Now I’m curious what happened to you guys to make you so paranoid.”
“Got a couple of months?” grunts Korm.
Gareth uses his spells and discovers that Fett is not evil and is honest about what he is saying. He keeps the detect thoughts running while the discussion continues.
Fett then asks if the Angels want him to live in the Gray House with them, which he is willing to do. After some discussion, they decide that would be most convenient. They also warn him that certain areas will be warded and he should avoid going there. Six especially points out that he should never, ever go into Nameless’ kitchen.
“My kitchen?” asks Nameless.
“Yes,” says Korm. “We discussed it yesterday. Six doesn’t eat, but the rest of us are not putting our food where you’re putting your food. Hell – I’m sure your food would be eating our food!”
Six looks seriously at Fett and says, “In Nameless’ kitchen, the food eats you!”
Fett chuckles and says he’ll make a note of that. More seriously, he adds that he’ll need two days off every week, to be determined by him, but will be available the rest of the time. He’s also happy to look after the house if the Angels are not around. Similarly, while they are there, he’ll fight beside them to guard it. He warns them, however, that while he can take care of himself in a fight, when it comes to combat, he’s nowhere near their league. Gareth asks about his abilities and he says that he’s a swordsman, not a spellcaster, but can activate all kinds of magical items.
Fett asks for 250 galifars monthly, along with the room and board being provided for him, plus any expenses that he incurs while gathering information for them. He adds that if they, during their adventures, find magical items that they can spare, he’d be very grateful for them. Fett also checks if he is being hired by Six or the group as a whole, because it’s a question of both loyalty and who he answers to. The Angels confirm that it is a group hire.
Lastly, Fett mentions a couple of things in the interests of complete honesty. He says that even though he may work for the Angels, he will need his privacy. He has certain personal affairs that he will not share with them. But anything he ever learns that is germane to them he will share, and he will work for their benefit unstintingly. Naturally, he will respect their privacy too, and if there are things which they don’t share with him, he understands, and what information they do give him will always remain private. On a particularly changeling-like aspect of privacy, Fett says that he will inform them about a couple of the other identities that he uses, and asks that if they see him around Sharn in such an identity, they shouldn’t acknowledge they know him unless he does.
The discussion is interrupted by the arrival of Flim Turen. When Six meets him at the door, Fett inside recognizes the voice. “Oh lord – you guys know him too?”
A couple of the Angels roll their eyes. “Unfortunately. You want us to distract him so that you can leave?”
Fett shrugs. “If I’m working for you, people will find out soon enough. As long as they just know ‘Fett’ is working for you and not any of my other identities, I don’t care.”
Six walks in with Flim, who immediately recognizes Fett and asks him how he’s connected to the Angels. Gareth interrupts quickly. “No questions.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t get to ask Fett any questions. And you, Fett, don’t answer any. That’s the deal, Flim – take it or leave it.”
The gnome shrugs and says, “Not a big deal. Anyway, I just came by to show you the ‘teaser’ notice about your column.”
“You guys have a column in the Chronicle?” asks Fett.
“They’re going to,” replies Flim. “In two days. A weekly column about the amazing adventures of the Guardian Angels. Go on – take a look.” He hands over a folded paper to Luna.
“I’m half afraid to,” grumbles the druid, as she opens it and reads aloud. At the top of the sheet in her hands, in bold, are the words, “The Guardian Angels Soar in the Pages of the Korranberg Chronicle.” Below, the ‘teaser’ explains that the KC will now be carrying a weekly article documenting the adventures of the Guardian Angels, Sharn’s premier adventuring group. It will begin with the events mentioned in passing in the KC over a month ago, when they found an undiscovered island near Xen’drik, beginning an amazing set of adventures, taking them across the lands of Khorvaire in a mighty quest, the result of which would affect the fates of the Five Nations and beyond. Stay tuned!
“Are you guys sure about this?” asks Korm.
“I don’t really like it,” says Six.
Flim says, “Look – you guys are among the hot topics in Sharn. There will be articles about you. This way, you can make sure they’re accurate, and that they don’t print things you don’t want out there.”
“Exactly,” says Gareth. “If we don’t give you the details, you’ll just dig them up and print them – right, Flim?”
The gnome smiles. “Yup! So you might as well use this opportunity for all it’s worth.”
“Fine,” says Nameless. “Just make sure you stick to the agreement.”
“Sure thing. Now tell me more about this voyage and the island.”
Nameless provides a fairly good coverage of the subject, with Flim asking questions and taking notes. As the gnome points out, they won’t be getting down to precise details in the articles, due to space issues, so he generally touches on the more newsworthy moments. Eventually, when the events on the island are covered, Flim says, “Thanks. That should be good for 3-4 weeks. So tell me, anything you want left out, emphasized, or the like?”
After a moment’s thought, Nameless says, “I don’t want the precise description of the shard. Describe it as an emerald globe that has some connection to bindings.”
Flim makes a note. “Sure. Anything else?”
“No, that’s it.”
“Hold on,” says Six, “I have a question.”
“Sure.”
“You said you could find information from the Library of Korranberg for us, right?”
“Yeah. What do you need?”
“We’ve had some experiences with this binding oriented stuff. I’ll like to know whatever I can about binding magic. Zilargo is where that’s all done, right?”
“Elemental binding is. That’s what you want to find out about?”
“Yes.”
Flim shakes his head. “Even the Library can’t tell you how to do it. That’s just too important a trade secret. Zilargo has never shared it with anyone, and the average gnome has no idea how it’s done. I have no clue. Sorry. I can try to get you what the Library has on it, but you won’t get any details of how to do it.”
Six shrugs. “That’s all right. I’ll take whatever you can get.”
Flim says he’ll have it for Six in a few days and takes his leave. After he’s gone, the Angels spend a lot more time talking to Fett, telling him about their adventures and asking about the Blades of Arakhain. Six is especially interested in the fact that the Blades, and especially their most outspoken member, the priestess Amaris Medani, had been directly involved in House Cannith’s recent offer of employment to all warforged, as well as their promise to try and buy out the indentured servitude that many warforged in the Cogs lived under.
Fett, meanwhile, is especially interested in the group’s encounters with Daask and their impending dinner with the Boromars. It also emerges that the Blades had encountered Killian too, though only once. “He offered us a job,” says Fett, with a laugh, “And six hours later we – well, they – were on their way to the Mournland.” The laugh slips slightly and the Angels remember that this was the trip his companions never returned from.
“Sounds like they were smarter than us,” comments Korm.
Fett eventually takes his leave, promising to be back the next day. Before he goes, he wishes the Angels best of luck with their dinner.
Once he is gone, the Angels look at each other. “Time to get ready to meet the halfling crime boss. Oh, joy!”
* He’s actually a PC from my other Eberron campaign, now discontinued, which featured the Blades of Arakhain.
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