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Shilsen's Eberron SH (Finished - The Last Word : 9/20/15)
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<blockquote data-quote="shilsen" data-source="post: 3239941" data-attributes="member: 198"><p>As you wish. Here are a serious of interactions with various NPCs they had after returning to Sharn. Even though there's no action, a couple of things happened that should be very significant things for the future of the Guardian Angels.</p><p></p><p>I'll probably have another set of NPC interactions up in quick order (they were played out via some online forums I set up, so I just need to cut, paste and tweak), maybe on Sunday, and then will have the Daask fiasco up. </p><p></p><p>And its aftermath, which is turning out to be very juicy indeed. But, for the time being...</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * *</p><p><strong><u>Session 46 – Home Sweet Home</u></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Gareth Byron Deneith - Human ex-Paladin3/Clr2/Exorcist of the Silver Flame6</strong></p><p><strong>Korm'akhan - Orc Drd7/Hexer4</strong></p><p><strong>Luna - Shifter Drd11</strong></p><p><strong>Mithral 6 of 6 - Warforged Ftr4/Scout7</strong></p><p><strong>Nameless - Human Wiz6/Alienist5</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>A couple of days later, in the Shadow Marches:</strong></p><p></p><p>Saala, currently using her druidic abilities to look like her original, orcish form, though the movements of her younger body belie the aged appearance, shakes her head. “If I hadn’t seen what came before and after, I might not have believed your story. You’ve done incredibly well. Not only did you destroy the two rakshasas, one of whom was an ak’chazar, but you also made the Key safe from use, and managed to seal an especially powerful rajah into its prison as tightly as we know of.” </p><p></p><p>Saala shakes her head again. “Amazing!” Then she smiles slightly and says, “I must admit, I didn’t really expect you to retrieve the Key, leave alone all the other things you did.” Her eyes flicker sideways to Gurr’khan and rest there. The elderly orc grunts and then says, almost grudgingly, “They did well.”</p><p></p><p>Korm, sitting across the fire with a heaping plate of spiced meat, laughs. “No problem. I didn’t really think so either.” The expressions on a couple of his companions’ faces say the same.</p><p></p><p>Saala laughs too. Then she says, more seriously, “The lands of Khorvaire owe you their gratitude, but since it’s unlikely that the Five Nations will be showing up to provide it, you’ll have to settle for mine. If, at any point, the Gatekeepers can aid you, we will attempt to do so.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” says Nameless. “We appreciate it.”</p><p></p><p>“So,” says Saala, “You’ll be heading back to Sharn tomorrow, I gather. Gurr’khan will help in the transport, though – I gather – both Korm and Luna can do so as well. It seems some of your empowerment by the Flame has remained?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Six, who is still trying to adjust to the improvement to his mental acuity.</p><p></p><p>“Interesting. Korm, will you be leaving too? One of your abilities would be very valuable to us here, but, at the same time, you’re likely to do a lot of good with your companions.”</p><p></p><p>The big orc chews meditatively, swallows, and replies, “Yes.” He grins around at the rest of the Angels. “I think we work well together, and they let me experience a lot of things I only ever heard about – and some that I didn’t. Plus they’ve got me almost killed more times than I can count now.” The expression and tone say that’s not necessarily a bad thing.</p><p></p><p>“Certainly,” says Saala, “I understand.” She sits silently for a moment, and then says, just a trifle hesitantly, “In view of your abilities and what I’ve already seen you do, if at some point…”</p><p></p><p>Instantly seeing where this is going, Luna rolls her eyes and jumps to her feet. “Sorry – I need to take a walk!”</p><p></p><p>Saala watches her walk away with a half-smile, while Gurr’khan scowls and grunts, and the rest of the Angels exchange grins. Except for Gareth, sitting off on one side, wrapped in his own gloomy thoughts. Before Saala can speak again, Nameless says, “You don’t need to ask. If we can help the Gatekeepers again at some point, we’ll be happy to do so. Well, maybe all of us except Luna.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you. And no, I’m not surprised at her reaction. Or yours.” She grins around the group. “I have met many strange and unusual people, but you are certainly the most…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p><strong>A day later, in Sharn:</strong></p><p></p><p>“…unusual and impressive group,” says Surr’kal, sitting outside his home in Carosten Park, as the newly returned Angels explain to him what happened to them. “I’m glad that you were the ones to find the Key.”</p><p></p><p>“You know,” says Six, “I get the impression that was the one thing that rakshasa, Zathara, had not really planned on. But then, we’ll never know.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” says Nameless with a smirk. “It really would have been nice to turn him into a nice rug.”</p><p></p><p>“On the bright side,” says Luna, tapping the <em>bag of holding</em> at her side, “We do have two of his buddies to use as rugs if we want. Good thing we got three, since Saala wanted one.”</p><p></p><p>“Doesn’t work as well,” says Korm, mock-sorrowfully. “We need to get new drapes now, since they don’t match.”</p><p></p><p>Surr’kal simply shakes his head and laughs at the banter, as well as the idea of a group of people who are carrying around a pair of rakshasa corpses with them.</p><p></p><p>“We should be going now,” says Nameless. “I’m sure Luna and Korm will be here often, and if you need to contact us, you can do so at our new place.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah!” says Surr’kal, “That reminds me – your friend Trillia stopped by a few days ago asking if I had received any news of you. She said there is some problem…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…with the house,” says Trillia, as the group sits around her now fairly cramped sitting room. “I don’t know the details, but Balan Cord said that he’d explain it to you when you eventually see him.”</p><p></p><p>“All right,” says Nameless. “We were planning to do so soon enough anyway.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, as he continues, “In case there is a problem, can we…”</p><p></p><p>Trillia chuckles and says, “Yes, you can stay here.” She lifts a finger. “For a time.”</p><p></p><p>Six lets out a metallic chuckle too. “I always did say that the second most exciting day in your life must have been when this bunch moved in with you. And the most exciting day will be when we leave.”</p><p></p><p>Trillia laughs but doesn’t deny what he says. Nameless grins too and then says, “On the positive side, I have a number of new dweomers that you will be very interested in. And I picked up a couple of small magical trinkets for you.”</p><p></p><p>Trillia quirks a curious eyebrow. “You’re becoming quite the charmer, aren’t you? Then again, you’re becoming quite the master mage, as well. To the best of my knowledge, now that you can harness valences of the sixth power, you surpass all wizards and sorcerers in the city. Let’s just say you are going to be very respected at the Guild. I presume it’s safe to say you’re not exactly interested in getting yourself one of the administrative positions there, right?”</p><p></p><p>“Right,” says Nameless emphatically. “You know,” he continues, “One of the most interesting things about being able to cast…”</p><p></p><p>Luna rolls her eyes. “Can you two have your spellcasting love-fest after we check out what the problem is with the house? I want a place of our own, damn it!”</p><p></p><p>Korm laughs. “She has a point. My guess is Balan will say it’s something to do with the …” </p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“….specific location,” explains Balan, in the meeting room adjoining his office. “Anywhere else in the city, just your money would be enough to get you the place. But this is Upper Tavick’s Landing.”</p><p></p><p>“So?” snorts Luna. “What’s so freaking special about Upper Tavick’s?”</p><p></p><p>Balan throws an amused glance her way. “Lots of money, that’s what. During the Last War, the leaders of Upper Tavick’s petitioned the city council and got a few laws passed which pertain only to that ward, which let it function almost like its own city. They’ve got their own division of the Deneith Blademark posted there, who have equal authority with the City Watch in the ward. You haven’t actually been there yet, right?”</p><p></p><p>“No.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, you’ll need a few permits when you do. You need a permit to carry a weapon there. And the chances of a non-Brelander getting it are effectively non-existent. Any member of the Watch or the Blademark can demand to see a license and if you don’t have one, or are carrying any weapons not specifically listed on the license, will confiscate them. Similarly, you need a license to cast spells and have to list what spells you’ll be casting. Armor is generally considered inappropriate unless you’re a member of the Watch or House Deneith, or some government branch. You can be escorted from the district and be ordered to stay away if not dressed appropriately.”</p><p></p><p>“What?! Are they all nuts there?”</p><p></p><p>“Nope. Just rich, like I said. Oh, I forgot to mention that if you’re buying a place in Ocean View, which is the district the Gray House is in, you need at least thirty current residents signing a petition allowing you to do so.”</p><p></p><p>Six grunts. “Maybe we should talk to Killian. He’s sure to have dirt on thirty people there.”</p><p></p><p>As Balan chuckles, Nameless says, “I don’t think blackmail is the best way to obtain permission to stay there. Anyone you know who can help? Who’s the councilor from Upper Tavick’s?”</p><p></p><p>“Bestan ir’Tonn, a very wealthy barrister and a member of the Sixty Families. He’s been their representative for decades. Unfortunately, I doubt he’s going to be that interested in helping you people. By the way, did I mention that he’s well-connected with the Boromars?”</p><p></p><p>“Boromars! Daask!” Korm shakes his head. “These guys seem to be everywhere.”</p><p></p><p>“They are,” says Balan, with a sigh. “But one person who might be able to help is Talleon. You know, the…”</p><p></p><p>“…head of the Dark Lanterns,” says Nameless. “Yes, I remember. In fact, I was planning to speak to him at some point.”</p><p></p><p>“Good. Talleon told me to tell you to speak to him when you get back. As I said, he may be able to help.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure he will, from what little we’ve already seen of him,” says Nameless. “On a different note, you can close the book on Arrok’s and Dala’s murders.”</p><p></p><p>“Really? That’s good to know, since it’s not like we were discovering anything new about them. So you found the murderer? And did you dispose of him?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. It was a rakshasa. Mind you, I can provide no proof of this, but we know now that they had been observing us closely for some time and their abilities match too closely with a number of the puzzling aspects of how Arrok was murdered. The rakshasa had motivations for killing both of them as well, related to that item we were concerned about when I was framed for Arrok’s murder.”</p><p></p><p>Balan looks genuinely surprised. “A rakshasa? I’d be skeptical if someone else told me, but you folks seem to have knowledge of, and encounter, the strangest things. And you’re sure it’s dead?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Nameless. “Let’s just say if it shows up again, you’ll have something much bigger to worry about.” He grins. “And you’ll know it’s here by the screaming and sounds of us running away.”</p><p></p><p>“Intriguing. Care to tell me about it?”</p><p></p><p>Nameless goes into a quick coverage of what had happened with the Key and the Angels’ recent adventures, with the others adding little details. Balan listens silently, except for a question or two. Finally, when Nameless is done, he says, “O – kay! Sounds like you were fortunate to all make it back in one piece. I’m glad it was outside my jurisdiction, so to say.”</p><p></p><p>Nameless laughs. “Just a bit. Anyhow, I wanted you to know that we’re back for a while, and if ever we can help you with anything, just let us know.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you. That’s very generous.”</p><p></p><p>“Not a problem. In all honesty, we’ve had enough problems with various parties trying to manipulate us that I figure it’s useful to be on good terms with people like you and law enforcement in general. That way we can avoid misunderstandings like happened last time.”</p><p></p><p>“I understand,” says Balan, “And agree. And, as I said, I appreciate the offer. It would be very beneficial to us to work with people of your…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…unusual abilities,” says Talleon, looking over his desk at the Angels.</p><p></p><p>“So people keep telling us,” says Luna, with a scowl. <em>And keep wanting us to do things for them</em>.</p><p></p><p>“Well,” says the gnome with a smile, “It’s true.” He looks back at Nameless, who’s just gone through a short version of the story he’s been repeating a few times today. “And in view of the experiences you’ve had – and more importantly, survived – it’s safe to say that you are the most competent set of adventurers in Sharn.” </p><p></p><p>Talleon falls silent and stares meditatively at the group for just long enough for the silence to get a little uncomfortable, and says, “It’ll be helpful having you around.”</p><p></p><p>Nameless nods. “As I already told Balan, we’ll be happy to help you in some way if we can.”</p><p></p><p>Talleon inclines his head slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate the offer.” He slides out a paper from under a pile, without bothering to look at it, and says, “I believe you’re having some problems getting access to the Gray House.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p></p><p>“Have you considered becoming Brelish citizens?”</p><p></p><p>Caught off guard by the unexpected shift in subject, the Angels stare at Talleon uncomprehendingly for a moment, until Korm says, “Huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Brelish citizens. Perhaps the biggest problem in the way of you getting the Gray House is your status as foreigners.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m Brelish,” points out Luna.</p><p></p><p>“I know. And four of you aren’t. Foreign nationals don’t get to buy property in Upper Tavick’s. Period. The Gray House was owned by the same family of Karrnathi nobles for four generations, which is why it wasn’t Brelish-owned. And the fact that it turned out to be owned by Karrnathi vampires, who were heading a secret cell of the Emerald Claw, hasn’t helped the chances of foreigners obtaining property in Upper Tavick’s.”</p><p></p><p>Talleon continues, “Considering that you are buying a substantial piece of property and expecting to live in Sharn for the foreseeable future, it seems that it would make perfect sense for you to become Brelish citizens. Do any of you have objections to that?”</p><p></p><p>“Will we have to pay extra taxes?” asks Six.</p><p></p><p>Talleon chuckles. “Ah, yes – adventurers! And no, you won’t have to pay extra taxes. In fact, you’ll be saving some money, probably a significant amount, since we tax foreigners a fair bit more heavily. So – what do you say?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m fine with it,” says Nameless. “Six and I don’t exactly have a nation to belong to right now.” The warforged nods.</p><p></p><p>“I’m technically a Marcher,” says Korm, “But I’ve been traveling around most of my life. I have no objections.”</p><p></p><p>“I do,” says Gareth, who has been sitting silently through the entire discussion. “I am quite satisfied being Karrnathi.”</p><p></p><p>Talleon looks at him silently for a few moments, and then says, “The Karrnathi angle causes a little trouble, considering the Emerald Claw affair, but you have the advantage of being affiliated with the Silver Flame and having connections to the Deneith enclave. And with four Brelanders in the group, it won’t be a problem. We can take care of the citizenship issue tomorrow and I expect you’ll have the house in less than a week’s time.” </p><p></p><p>The gnome looks around and adds, “A big advantage, for me personally, is that this also makes it much easier for me to use your abilities if needed. And for you to get credit for it. Let’s just say that it’s a lot easier for us to openly say that “The Brelish adventuring group The Guardian Angels provided crucial help to the Citadel” than to say that a group consisting mostly of foreign adventurers did so.” He smiles thinly. “Call it a hangover of the War.”</p><p></p><p>Nameless says, “I understand.” Then he looks around at his companions and turns back to Talleon with a grin. “Remember that room you tested us out in once?”</p><p></p><p>Talleon smiles back. “Yes. Want another chance to show me how good you really are?”</p><p></p><p>“Hell yeah!” puts in Luna. “I haven’t killed anything all day.” Korm simply grins too, while Gareth nods grimly. Six, however, wishes he could actually roll his eyes. “Seems a waste of time, but I’ll go along and sit in a corner.”</p><p></p><p>“Excellent,” says Talleon. “Follow me.”</p><p></p><p>Half an hour later, he stands in front of the Angels outside the test room. “Very impressive,” he says, though the tone doesn’t seem as much. “That was the best I’ve seen thus far if one includes magic and swordplay, though I’ve seen a couple of better displays of pure bladework. Very impressive.” </p><p></p><p>Talleon glances at Gareth, who stands silently off to the side, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He seemed especially violent in there. Anything wrong?”</p><p></p><p>“He’s just having a …”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p><strong>During the next couple of weeks:</strong></p><p></p><p>“…bad few days,” says Gareth, dropping heavily into a chair opposite Cedric.</p><p></p><p>“I believe you,” says the older paladin with a grin. “You look like <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=":)" />!”</p><p></p><p>That draws a faint smile from Gareth. “Thanks! Do you have anything to drink?”</p><p></p><p>Cedric theatrically raises his hands in horror. “The Flame protect us! Something must <em>really</em> be wrong!” He walks over to a cabinet, produces a bottle and a couple of glasses, and pours Gareth a drink. “Here you go. Now tell Uncle Cedric what’s wrong.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth swallows half the glass, grimacing at the taste, and then pauses to cough at the unusual sensation. Cedric says nothing, but his eyes narrow for a moment. After a few seconds, Gareth begins. He starts at the Battle of Grace, with his father’s death and Kizmet being handed to him and the beginning of his paladinhood (or so he thought), and continues onwards, till the encounter at the Lake of Flame and the revelation of what was actually going on.</p><p></p><p>Cedric remains silent for most of the story, except for a quiet question or two, and refilling Gareth’s glass silently when needed. </p><p></p><p>When Gareth finishes, his words are distinctly slurring. “So, you see, Cedric,” he says, waving his glass drunkenly, “I need to find a way to become a paladin again.” </p><p></p><p><em>Sounds like you were never a paladin</em> thinks Cedric, but says nothing. Gareth almost drops the glass, recovers, and then looks at Cedric with bleary eyes. “How did you do it? You got called by the Flame, right?”</p><p></p><p>Cedric grins. “Not exactly. When I was around your age, a certain … friend … brought me into the worship of the Silver Flame. I was never a priest, and I never had the kind of vows you do, but I was what you might call devout. I believed in the Flame as the answer to all things, as you do. And then something happened that … well, broke my faith.” </p><p></p><p>Cedric’s eyes go cold for a moment, and then they return to their normal, easy humor and he continues. “And me too, or nearly so. I lost all faith in the world around me, and especially in the Flame.”</p><p></p><p>Listening with rapt, if drunken, interest, Gareth asks, “So what happened? Did you atone somehow? Or do some holy quest for the Flame?”</p><p></p><p>Cedric laughs. “Not that easy. I went down, all the way down, to the darkest place inside me. And then I sat in my room and yelled at the Flame. A lot. I used a few words you probably don’t know, and informed the Flame that if it bloody well wanted me to do its work, then it needs to get its shiny silver ass down and speak to me, because I needed to talk to it.” Even in his inebriated state, Gareth shivers slightly, at what sounds very much like blasphemy.</p><p></p><p>Cedric shrugs. “And then it spoke to me and I spoke to it, and we came to an understanding, and here I am.”</p><p></p><p>“What?! That’s it? Tell me what really happened.”</p><p></p><p>“There really is not much to say. I came to an understanding with, and of, the Flame. And of our world. I wasn’t chosen to be a paladin. I chose.” </p><p></p><p>“Huh? How do I do that?”</p><p></p><p>“Honestly,” says Cedric, “I have no idea. We all have to find our own route to it.” <em>Assuming there is a route for you.</em></p><p></p><p>“But, but…,” says Gareth, rising to his feet and swaying back and forth. “You need to tell me h….”</p><p></p><p>The sentence is never completed, as the eyes roll back and he goes over. Cedric is out of his chair in a flash, and he catches Gareth as he falls. And watches sadly as Gareth’s falling glass shatters, spilling alcohol across the floor. <em>The sacrifices I have to make!</em></p><p></p><p>Mazin Tana hurries in from next door at the sound, to give Cedric an exasperated look. “What is it with you and getting paladins drunk?”</p><p></p><p>“Shush!” says Cedric, good-naturedly. “Anyway, he’s no longer…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…a paladin,” says the Archierophant Ythana Morr.</p><p></p><p>“I <em>am</em> a paladin!” says Gareth angrily, perhaps fueled as much by his hangover as by his somewhat waning certainty about his relationship with the Silver Flame.</p><p></p><p>Ythana’s eyes go cold and hard, and if Gareth were not so distraught he might notice how much she looks like his grandmother at this moment. Perhaps it is this evident pain and sorrow that makes her restrain herself. “All right. You do not currently possess the powers of a paladin.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth subsides slightly and says, “Yes. That is what I have to recover. Archierophant, how well connected are you within the Church hierarchy?”</p><p></p><p>Ythana replies dryly, “As well connected as anyone in Breland. Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Because I am thinking of a traveling to Flamekeep to meet the Speaker. I need to know if my father’s soul is part of the Flame. Or if he is in Hell.”</p><p></p><p>“Why do you think he would be? From the tale you have told me, it seems the demon entered the sword only moments before he fell.”</p><p></p><p>“I just need to be sure,” says Gareth. “The sword duped me, and I do not know if it did so to him earlier. Also, I wish to know if there is some quest by which I can redeem myself.”</p><p></p><p>The Archierophant considers silently for a while and then says, “I will think about it and see what information I can gain for you. I will send you a message when I have something to tell you. But, before you go, you obviously know that the festival of the Ascension is occurring in less than two weeks.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth nods. No worshipper of the Flame, and very few people in one of Khorvaire’s cities, could fail to know when the annual celebration of Tira Miron’s sacrifice and the beginning of the religion occurred. </p><p></p><p>Ythana continues, “Naturally, the primary ceremonies in Sharn will be at the Cathedral. I would like you to take part in them with us.”</p><p></p><p>“I will be honored.”</p><p></p><p>“Good. Then I will speak to you as soon as I have news. Feel free to visit the Cathedral whenever you want. I will give instructions that one of the private chapels be made available to you whenever you need it.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth thanks her, bows and takes his leave. As he heads downstairs, planning to spend some time in one of the chapels, his thoughts turn to the next visit on the agenda for the group. It is time to find out whether Thurik Davandi, councilor from Upper Menthis, is or…</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…is not Killian.” Luna, who is benefiting from one of Nameless’ <em>true seeing</em> spells nods to corroborate Six’s opinion as the Angels look through the observation gallery at the Sharn city council at work. “He has no magical disguises on.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” agrees Korm. “Thurik Davandi isn’t Killian, I think. But that son of his might be. Thurik really does look like an older version of Killian, or what we saw of Killian when he took off that <em>hat of disguise</em>. We should go check him out.”</p><p></p><p>Six nods. “Since Sava Kharisa gave us the location of Davandi’s shop when we spoke to her yesterday, we might as well. And she did say that nobody knows of any real work this Thurian guy does, other than supposedly helping around the shop.”</p><p></p><p>“Speaking of Sava,” says Nameless, “We have to remember and meet with that Watch captain she recommended – Iyanna ir’Talan. If she’s as incorruptible as Sava says she is, I want her to know we’re willing to help the law in this city, and for us to be in her good books.”</p><p></p><p>“I just noticed something interesting,” says Luna, who is still looking down into the chamber. “Six – come take a look at the changeling.”</p><p></p><p>Six, who also has a similar spell from Nameless effective on him, walks over. After a couple of seconds, he says, “Interesting all right. And strange.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” asks Gareth, as he looks at the elderly changeling called Kilk, the representative for Lower Tavick’s, who openly wears his changeling appearance.</p><p></p><p>“He’s not who he seems to be,” says Luna. “He is a changeling. But he’s a younger changeling making himself look older. And different, though I’m not much good at changeling features.”</p><p></p><p>“Not hairy enough, eh?” quips Korm, drawing a scowl, but even he looks puzzled. “Why would he disguise himself that way? Weird.”</p><p></p><p>Six shakes his head. “Haven’t you people learned, yet? This is Sharn. <em>Everything</em> is weird. And everything has a reason for being however it is.”</p><p></p><p>Nameless shrugs. “This doesn’t concern us right now. Let’s go and deal with our more immediate issue – finding…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…Thurian Davandi,” says Nameless to the attendant in the Davandi Fine Tailoring.</p><p></p><p>The attendant looks a little askance at the odd collection, especially considering how well armed they are, but nods. “Of course. Please wait here while I get him.” He turns and walks to, and up, a staircase near the back of the large store.</p><p></p><p>A few minutes later, when Killian, aka Thurian Davandi, walks down the stairs, he finds the Angels assembled at the bottom. Expectedly, if he is the least bit surprised, he shows no signs of it.</p><p></p><p>“Ah, my friends,” Thurian says, beaming expansively, “I’d been wondering when you’d eventually be kind enough to visit me.”</p><p></p><p>“Well,” says Nameless, “We figured you already know we’re back, so we thought we’d save you the effort of contacting us.”</p><p></p><p>Thurian’s smile broadens. “So kind of you, as always.” He looks around and says, “I see all of you are here, and all looking so healthy. Excellent, excellent.” The gnome looks at Gareth and a look of deep concern crosses his face. “But you, Gareth – you look a little different. Ah, I see now – Kizmet is missing. What happened to it?”</p><p></p><p>Luckily, Korm is nearby to grab Gareth’s arm as the paladin – or rather, former never-really-was paladin – takes a quick step towards the gnome with what looks like a thundercloud on his face.</p><p></p><p>Unperturbed, Thurian simply lifts a quizzical eyebrow. “Touched a sore spot, did I? I am <em>so</em> sorry. You know I hate to see you hurt.”</p><p></p><p>Luna growls, “Okay – we’ve seen enough, people. Let’s go.”</p><p></p><p>“So soon?” chirps Thurian. “Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow. But I’m sure we’ll meet again.”</p><p></p><p>As they are heading away, Six thinks of something and stops. “Actually, I have a question…”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, yes – I’m sure,” says Thurian quickly, interrupting him. “I’ll make it all clear to you.”</p><p></p><p>Six stops, wondering how the gnome knows what he was about to ask. Thurian steps forward, waves his hands and says, “See – men’s clothing on the left, women’s clothing on the right, shirts towards the front of the store, trousers over there…”</p><p></p><p>The warforged shakes his head disgustedly and turns away, hurrying to join his friends.</p><p></p><p>Thurian waves gaily after him. “Don’t be a stranger.”</p><p></p><p>As Six emerges from the shop, Korm says, “I don’t know why, but just being around that guy makes me feel dirty somehow.” He pauses, and then growls, “Actually, I do know why.”</p><p></p><p>“Forget about him,” says Luna. “It’s time to go and check out…”</p><p></p><p>******</p><p>“…our house!” Luna grins broadly and spreads her arms, as if to embrace the cold stone walls around her.</p><p></p><p>Nameless looks at her curiously. “I didn’t think this would be something you’d be that interested in, considering you spend all the nights you can at the Park.”</p><p></p><p>“The Park’s good,” says Luna, walking around and peering down corridors and into rooms, “But you can’t really decorate it.” She stops suddenly. “Oooh – I have to go shopping!”</p><p></p><p>The others exchange glances as Luna spends the next half an hour rushing from room to room, muttering and smiling gleefully to herself. They too spread out around the building, checking out its different aspects and comparing it with the information Balan has given them.</p><p></p><p>When they finally reconvene in the main parlor, Luna isn’t the only one grinning. “This place is excellent!” says Nameless. “Four floors, tons of rooms, secret panels in half the rooms, really thick walls, single entry via skybridge – it should be comfortable as hell and really easy to defend. Did you notice the guard posts and the portcullis? Sure, it’s broken, but it’ll be easy to repair.”</p><p></p><p>“And there’s a roof garden,” says Korm. “Well, not really a garden, but there’s potential for one, and I bet Luna and I can have one up and running shortly.” He looks around the parlor and adds, “It’s just stuffy now because of the lack of windows and since they kept the balcony doors closed, but Luna and I can <em>stone shape</em> those windows into functionality tomorrow.”</p><p></p><p>Six, who has been checking part of the wall, says, “Notice these small holes?” pointing to four inch-wide holes ringed with metal. “I think these are the things Balan said the vampires used to be able to get quickly and secretly from floor to floor.”</p><p></p><p>“Must be. They get <em>stone shape</em>d shut as soon as can be too.”</p><p></p><p>“We’re going to need carpets, drapes, furniture, and a bunch of other things,” says Luna, with evident anticipation. “Oh yeah – I’m going to have to take the master bedchamber.”</p><p></p><p>“Huh? Why do you get it?” asks Gareth. </p><p></p><p>“Fat. Bear,” says Korm quietly, but Luna’s next words take the smile of his face.</p><p></p><p>“Because I’m going to need lots of room for my litter, stupid,” says Luna.</p><p></p><p>There is a long moment of deathly silence. Finally Six, in the tones of someone opening a door he is sure is trapped, asks quietly, “Litter?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah. I’ve decided I need to start breeding. I’m going to need a big nursery.”</p><p></p><p>There is silence again. This time, it’s Nameless who speaks. “And <strong>what</strong> do you plan to be … breeding with?”</p><p></p><p>“I haven’t decided yet,” says Luna, with a toss of her head, as if to indicate it’s a simple matter. “I need to find a powerful druid, preferably a Gatekeeper.”</p><p></p><p>“Like Korm?” asks Six.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” says Korm bitterly. “Thank you <em>very much</em>, Six!”</p><p></p><p>“No!” says Luna emphatically, throwing them both a withering look. “My kids can’t have a dad who’s always making fun of their mom.” She then glares around at everyone. “And when my kids arrive, I can’t be having all this ‘fat’ and ‘hairy’ crap! It’ll be a really bad influence on them!”</p><p></p><p>“O – kay,” says Gareth, taking a surreptitious step away. “But they’re not arriving soon then?”</p><p></p><p>“Of course not!” says Luna. “I have to find the right guy first. Hmm, maybe that Hruit guy on the city council. He’s a little old, but in pretty good shape, and having a dad on the council could be really handy. I bet he’d be able to get the kids into the right schools too.”</p><p></p><p>Seeing that she’s half talking to herself, the four others quietly and quickly back away from Luna and head for the door. “Drink?” says Korm.</p><p></p><p>“Yes – drink!” reply both Gareth and Nameless, while Six adds mournfully, “Right now, I really wish I <em>could</em> drink!”</p><p></p><p>Luna turns around belatedly to see them heading out the door. She glares after them for a moment, and then laughs to herself. “Men!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="shilsen, post: 3239941, member: 198"] As you wish. Here are a serious of interactions with various NPCs they had after returning to Sharn. Even though there's no action, a couple of things happened that should be very significant things for the future of the Guardian Angels. I'll probably have another set of NPC interactions up in quick order (they were played out via some online forums I set up, so I just need to cut, paste and tweak), maybe on Sunday, and then will have the Daask fiasco up. And its aftermath, which is turning out to be very juicy indeed. But, for the time being... * * * * * * * * * * [b][u]Session 46 – Home Sweet Home[/u] Gareth Byron Deneith - Human ex-Paladin3/Clr2/Exorcist of the Silver Flame6 Korm'akhan - Orc Drd7/Hexer4 Luna - Shifter Drd11 Mithral 6 of 6 - Warforged Ftr4/Scout7 Nameless - Human Wiz6/Alienist5[/b] [b]A couple of days later, in the Shadow Marches:[/b] Saala, currently using her druidic abilities to look like her original, orcish form, though the movements of her younger body belie the aged appearance, shakes her head. “If I hadn’t seen what came before and after, I might not have believed your story. You’ve done incredibly well. Not only did you destroy the two rakshasas, one of whom was an ak’chazar, but you also made the Key safe from use, and managed to seal an especially powerful rajah into its prison as tightly as we know of.” Saala shakes her head again. “Amazing!” Then she smiles slightly and says, “I must admit, I didn’t really expect you to retrieve the Key, leave alone all the other things you did.” Her eyes flicker sideways to Gurr’khan and rest there. The elderly orc grunts and then says, almost grudgingly, “They did well.” Korm, sitting across the fire with a heaping plate of spiced meat, laughs. “No problem. I didn’t really think so either.” The expressions on a couple of his companions’ faces say the same. Saala laughs too. Then she says, more seriously, “The lands of Khorvaire owe you their gratitude, but since it’s unlikely that the Five Nations will be showing up to provide it, you’ll have to settle for mine. If, at any point, the Gatekeepers can aid you, we will attempt to do so.” “Thank you,” says Nameless. “We appreciate it.” “So,” says Saala, “You’ll be heading back to Sharn tomorrow, I gather. Gurr’khan will help in the transport, though – I gather – both Korm and Luna can do so as well. It seems some of your empowerment by the Flame has remained?” “Yes,” says Six, who is still trying to adjust to the improvement to his mental acuity. “Interesting. Korm, will you be leaving too? One of your abilities would be very valuable to us here, but, at the same time, you’re likely to do a lot of good with your companions.” The big orc chews meditatively, swallows, and replies, “Yes.” He grins around at the rest of the Angels. “I think we work well together, and they let me experience a lot of things I only ever heard about – and some that I didn’t. Plus they’ve got me almost killed more times than I can count now.” The expression and tone say that’s not necessarily a bad thing. “Certainly,” says Saala, “I understand.” She sits silently for a moment, and then says, just a trifle hesitantly, “In view of your abilities and what I’ve already seen you do, if at some point…” Instantly seeing where this is going, Luna rolls her eyes and jumps to her feet. “Sorry – I need to take a walk!” Saala watches her walk away with a half-smile, while Gurr’khan scowls and grunts, and the rest of the Angels exchange grins. Except for Gareth, sitting off on one side, wrapped in his own gloomy thoughts. Before Saala can speak again, Nameless says, “You don’t need to ask. If we can help the Gatekeepers again at some point, we’ll be happy to do so. Well, maybe all of us except Luna.” “Thank you. And no, I’m not surprised at her reaction. Or yours.” She grins around the group. “I have met many strange and unusual people, but you are certainly the most…” ****** [b]A day later, in Sharn:[/b] “…unusual and impressive group,” says Surr’kal, sitting outside his home in Carosten Park, as the newly returned Angels explain to him what happened to them. “I’m glad that you were the ones to find the Key.” “You know,” says Six, “I get the impression that was the one thing that rakshasa, Zathara, had not really planned on. But then, we’ll never know.” “Yeah,” says Nameless with a smirk. “It really would have been nice to turn him into a nice rug.” “On the bright side,” says Luna, tapping the [i]bag of holding[/i] at her side, “We do have two of his buddies to use as rugs if we want. Good thing we got three, since Saala wanted one.” “Doesn’t work as well,” says Korm, mock-sorrowfully. “We need to get new drapes now, since they don’t match.” Surr’kal simply shakes his head and laughs at the banter, as well as the idea of a group of people who are carrying around a pair of rakshasa corpses with them. “We should be going now,” says Nameless. “I’m sure Luna and Korm will be here often, and if you need to contact us, you can do so at our new place.” “Ah!” says Surr’kal, “That reminds me – your friend Trillia stopped by a few days ago asking if I had received any news of you. She said there is some problem…” ****** “…with the house,” says Trillia, as the group sits around her now fairly cramped sitting room. “I don’t know the details, but Balan Cord said that he’d explain it to you when you eventually see him.” “All right,” says Nameless. “We were planning to do so soon enough anyway.” He looks slightly uncomfortable, as he continues, “In case there is a problem, can we…” Trillia chuckles and says, “Yes, you can stay here.” She lifts a finger. “For a time.” Six lets out a metallic chuckle too. “I always did say that the second most exciting day in your life must have been when this bunch moved in with you. And the most exciting day will be when we leave.” Trillia laughs but doesn’t deny what he says. Nameless grins too and then says, “On the positive side, I have a number of new dweomers that you will be very interested in. And I picked up a couple of small magical trinkets for you.” Trillia quirks a curious eyebrow. “You’re becoming quite the charmer, aren’t you? Then again, you’re becoming quite the master mage, as well. To the best of my knowledge, now that you can harness valences of the sixth power, you surpass all wizards and sorcerers in the city. Let’s just say you are going to be very respected at the Guild. I presume it’s safe to say you’re not exactly interested in getting yourself one of the administrative positions there, right?” “Right,” says Nameless emphatically. “You know,” he continues, “One of the most interesting things about being able to cast…” Luna rolls her eyes. “Can you two have your spellcasting love-fest after we check out what the problem is with the house? I want a place of our own, damn it!” Korm laughs. “She has a point. My guess is Balan will say it’s something to do with the …” ****** “….specific location,” explains Balan, in the meeting room adjoining his office. “Anywhere else in the city, just your money would be enough to get you the place. But this is Upper Tavick’s Landing.” “So?” snorts Luna. “What’s so freaking special about Upper Tavick’s?” Balan throws an amused glance her way. “Lots of money, that’s what. During the Last War, the leaders of Upper Tavick’s petitioned the city council and got a few laws passed which pertain only to that ward, which let it function almost like its own city. They’ve got their own division of the Deneith Blademark posted there, who have equal authority with the City Watch in the ward. You haven’t actually been there yet, right?” “No.” “Well, you’ll need a few permits when you do. You need a permit to carry a weapon there. And the chances of a non-Brelander getting it are effectively non-existent. Any member of the Watch or the Blademark can demand to see a license and if you don’t have one, or are carrying any weapons not specifically listed on the license, will confiscate them. Similarly, you need a license to cast spells and have to list what spells you’ll be casting. Armor is generally considered inappropriate unless you’re a member of the Watch or House Deneith, or some government branch. You can be escorted from the district and be ordered to stay away if not dressed appropriately.” “What?! Are they all nuts there?” “Nope. Just rich, like I said. Oh, I forgot to mention that if you’re buying a place in Ocean View, which is the district the Gray House is in, you need at least thirty current residents signing a petition allowing you to do so.” Six grunts. “Maybe we should talk to Killian. He’s sure to have dirt on thirty people there.” As Balan chuckles, Nameless says, “I don’t think blackmail is the best way to obtain permission to stay there. Anyone you know who can help? Who’s the councilor from Upper Tavick’s?” “Bestan ir’Tonn, a very wealthy barrister and a member of the Sixty Families. He’s been their representative for decades. Unfortunately, I doubt he’s going to be that interested in helping you people. By the way, did I mention that he’s well-connected with the Boromars?” “Boromars! Daask!” Korm shakes his head. “These guys seem to be everywhere.” “They are,” says Balan, with a sigh. “But one person who might be able to help is Talleon. You know, the…” “…head of the Dark Lanterns,” says Nameless. “Yes, I remember. In fact, I was planning to speak to him at some point.” “Good. Talleon told me to tell you to speak to him when you get back. As I said, he may be able to help.” “I’m sure he will, from what little we’ve already seen of him,” says Nameless. “On a different note, you can close the book on Arrok’s and Dala’s murders.” “Really? That’s good to know, since it’s not like we were discovering anything new about them. So you found the murderer? And did you dispose of him?” “Yes. It was a rakshasa. Mind you, I can provide no proof of this, but we know now that they had been observing us closely for some time and their abilities match too closely with a number of the puzzling aspects of how Arrok was murdered. The rakshasa had motivations for killing both of them as well, related to that item we were concerned about when I was framed for Arrok’s murder.” Balan looks genuinely surprised. “A rakshasa? I’d be skeptical if someone else told me, but you folks seem to have knowledge of, and encounter, the strangest things. And you’re sure it’s dead?” “Yes,” says Nameless. “Let’s just say if it shows up again, you’ll have something much bigger to worry about.” He grins. “And you’ll know it’s here by the screaming and sounds of us running away.” “Intriguing. Care to tell me about it?” Nameless goes into a quick coverage of what had happened with the Key and the Angels’ recent adventures, with the others adding little details. Balan listens silently, except for a question or two. Finally, when Nameless is done, he says, “O – kay! Sounds like you were fortunate to all make it back in one piece. I’m glad it was outside my jurisdiction, so to say.” Nameless laughs. “Just a bit. Anyhow, I wanted you to know that we’re back for a while, and if ever we can help you with anything, just let us know.” “Thank you. That’s very generous.” “Not a problem. In all honesty, we’ve had enough problems with various parties trying to manipulate us that I figure it’s useful to be on good terms with people like you and law enforcement in general. That way we can avoid misunderstandings like happened last time.” “I understand,” says Balan, “And agree. And, as I said, I appreciate the offer. It would be very beneficial to us to work with people of your…” ****** “…unusual abilities,” says Talleon, looking over his desk at the Angels. “So people keep telling us,” says Luna, with a scowl. [i]And keep wanting us to do things for them[/i]. “Well,” says the gnome with a smile, “It’s true.” He looks back at Nameless, who’s just gone through a short version of the story he’s been repeating a few times today. “And in view of the experiences you’ve had – and more importantly, survived – it’s safe to say that you are the most competent set of adventurers in Sharn.” Talleon falls silent and stares meditatively at the group for just long enough for the silence to get a little uncomfortable, and says, “It’ll be helpful having you around.” Nameless nods. “As I already told Balan, we’ll be happy to help you in some way if we can.” Talleon inclines his head slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate the offer.” He slides out a paper from under a pile, without bothering to look at it, and says, “I believe you’re having some problems getting access to the Gray House.” “Yes.” “Have you considered becoming Brelish citizens?” Caught off guard by the unexpected shift in subject, the Angels stare at Talleon uncomprehendingly for a moment, until Korm says, “Huh?” “Brelish citizens. Perhaps the biggest problem in the way of you getting the Gray House is your status as foreigners.” “I’m Brelish,” points out Luna. “I know. And four of you aren’t. Foreign nationals don’t get to buy property in Upper Tavick’s. Period. The Gray House was owned by the same family of Karrnathi nobles for four generations, which is why it wasn’t Brelish-owned. And the fact that it turned out to be owned by Karrnathi vampires, who were heading a secret cell of the Emerald Claw, hasn’t helped the chances of foreigners obtaining property in Upper Tavick’s.” Talleon continues, “Considering that you are buying a substantial piece of property and expecting to live in Sharn for the foreseeable future, it seems that it would make perfect sense for you to become Brelish citizens. Do any of you have objections to that?” “Will we have to pay extra taxes?” asks Six. Talleon chuckles. “Ah, yes – adventurers! And no, you won’t have to pay extra taxes. In fact, you’ll be saving some money, probably a significant amount, since we tax foreigners a fair bit more heavily. So – what do you say?” “I’m fine with it,” says Nameless. “Six and I don’t exactly have a nation to belong to right now.” The warforged nods. “I’m technically a Marcher,” says Korm, “But I’ve been traveling around most of my life. I have no objections.” “I do,” says Gareth, who has been sitting silently through the entire discussion. “I am quite satisfied being Karrnathi.” Talleon looks at him silently for a few moments, and then says, “The Karrnathi angle causes a little trouble, considering the Emerald Claw affair, but you have the advantage of being affiliated with the Silver Flame and having connections to the Deneith enclave. And with four Brelanders in the group, it won’t be a problem. We can take care of the citizenship issue tomorrow and I expect you’ll have the house in less than a week’s time.” The gnome looks around and adds, “A big advantage, for me personally, is that this also makes it much easier for me to use your abilities if needed. And for you to get credit for it. Let’s just say that it’s a lot easier for us to openly say that “The Brelish adventuring group The Guardian Angels provided crucial help to the Citadel” than to say that a group consisting mostly of foreign adventurers did so.” He smiles thinly. “Call it a hangover of the War.” Nameless says, “I understand.” Then he looks around at his companions and turns back to Talleon with a grin. “Remember that room you tested us out in once?” Talleon smiles back. “Yes. Want another chance to show me how good you really are?” “Hell yeah!” puts in Luna. “I haven’t killed anything all day.” Korm simply grins too, while Gareth nods grimly. Six, however, wishes he could actually roll his eyes. “Seems a waste of time, but I’ll go along and sit in a corner.” “Excellent,” says Talleon. “Follow me.” Half an hour later, he stands in front of the Angels outside the test room. “Very impressive,” he says, though the tone doesn’t seem as much. “That was the best I’ve seen thus far if one includes magic and swordplay, though I’ve seen a couple of better displays of pure bladework. Very impressive.” Talleon glances at Gareth, who stands silently off to the side, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He seemed especially violent in there. Anything wrong?” “He’s just having a …” ****** [b]During the next couple of weeks:[/b] “…bad few days,” says Gareth, dropping heavily into a chair opposite Cedric. “I believe you,” says the older paladin with a grin. “You look like :):):):)!” That draws a faint smile from Gareth. “Thanks! Do you have anything to drink?” Cedric theatrically raises his hands in horror. “The Flame protect us! Something must [i]really[/i] be wrong!” He walks over to a cabinet, produces a bottle and a couple of glasses, and pours Gareth a drink. “Here you go. Now tell Uncle Cedric what’s wrong.” Gareth swallows half the glass, grimacing at the taste, and then pauses to cough at the unusual sensation. Cedric says nothing, but his eyes narrow for a moment. After a few seconds, Gareth begins. He starts at the Battle of Grace, with his father’s death and Kizmet being handed to him and the beginning of his paladinhood (or so he thought), and continues onwards, till the encounter at the Lake of Flame and the revelation of what was actually going on. Cedric remains silent for most of the story, except for a quiet question or two, and refilling Gareth’s glass silently when needed. When Gareth finishes, his words are distinctly slurring. “So, you see, Cedric,” he says, waving his glass drunkenly, “I need to find a way to become a paladin again.” [i]Sounds like you were never a paladin[/i] thinks Cedric, but says nothing. Gareth almost drops the glass, recovers, and then looks at Cedric with bleary eyes. “How did you do it? You got called by the Flame, right?” Cedric grins. “Not exactly. When I was around your age, a certain … friend … brought me into the worship of the Silver Flame. I was never a priest, and I never had the kind of vows you do, but I was what you might call devout. I believed in the Flame as the answer to all things, as you do. And then something happened that … well, broke my faith.” Cedric’s eyes go cold for a moment, and then they return to their normal, easy humor and he continues. “And me too, or nearly so. I lost all faith in the world around me, and especially in the Flame.” Listening with rapt, if drunken, interest, Gareth asks, “So what happened? Did you atone somehow? Or do some holy quest for the Flame?” Cedric laughs. “Not that easy. I went down, all the way down, to the darkest place inside me. And then I sat in my room and yelled at the Flame. A lot. I used a few words you probably don’t know, and informed the Flame that if it bloody well wanted me to do its work, then it needs to get its shiny silver ass down and speak to me, because I needed to talk to it.” Even in his inebriated state, Gareth shivers slightly, at what sounds very much like blasphemy. Cedric shrugs. “And then it spoke to me and I spoke to it, and we came to an understanding, and here I am.” “What?! That’s it? Tell me what really happened.” “There really is not much to say. I came to an understanding with, and of, the Flame. And of our world. I wasn’t chosen to be a paladin. I chose.” “Huh? How do I do that?” “Honestly,” says Cedric, “I have no idea. We all have to find our own route to it.” [i]Assuming there is a route for you.[/i] “But, but…,” says Gareth, rising to his feet and swaying back and forth. “You need to tell me h….” The sentence is never completed, as the eyes roll back and he goes over. Cedric is out of his chair in a flash, and he catches Gareth as he falls. And watches sadly as Gareth’s falling glass shatters, spilling alcohol across the floor. [i]The sacrifices I have to make![/i] Mazin Tana hurries in from next door at the sound, to give Cedric an exasperated look. “What is it with you and getting paladins drunk?” “Shush!” says Cedric, good-naturedly. “Anyway, he’s no longer…” ****** “…a paladin,” says the Archierophant Ythana Morr. “I [i]am[/i] a paladin!” says Gareth angrily, perhaps fueled as much by his hangover as by his somewhat waning certainty about his relationship with the Silver Flame. Ythana’s eyes go cold and hard, and if Gareth were not so distraught he might notice how much she looks like his grandmother at this moment. Perhaps it is this evident pain and sorrow that makes her restrain herself. “All right. You do not currently possess the powers of a paladin.” Gareth subsides slightly and says, “Yes. That is what I have to recover. Archierophant, how well connected are you within the Church hierarchy?” Ythana replies dryly, “As well connected as anyone in Breland. Why?” “Because I am thinking of a traveling to Flamekeep to meet the Speaker. I need to know if my father’s soul is part of the Flame. Or if he is in Hell.” “Why do you think he would be? From the tale you have told me, it seems the demon entered the sword only moments before he fell.” “I just need to be sure,” says Gareth. “The sword duped me, and I do not know if it did so to him earlier. Also, I wish to know if there is some quest by which I can redeem myself.” The Archierophant considers silently for a while and then says, “I will think about it and see what information I can gain for you. I will send you a message when I have something to tell you. But, before you go, you obviously know that the festival of the Ascension is occurring in less than two weeks.” Gareth nods. No worshipper of the Flame, and very few people in one of Khorvaire’s cities, could fail to know when the annual celebration of Tira Miron’s sacrifice and the beginning of the religion occurred. Ythana continues, “Naturally, the primary ceremonies in Sharn will be at the Cathedral. I would like you to take part in them with us.” “I will be honored.” “Good. Then I will speak to you as soon as I have news. Feel free to visit the Cathedral whenever you want. I will give instructions that one of the private chapels be made available to you whenever you need it.” Gareth thanks her, bows and takes his leave. As he heads downstairs, planning to spend some time in one of the chapels, his thoughts turn to the next visit on the agenda for the group. It is time to find out whether Thurik Davandi, councilor from Upper Menthis, is or… ****** “…is not Killian.” Luna, who is benefiting from one of Nameless’ [i]true seeing[/i] spells nods to corroborate Six’s opinion as the Angels look through the observation gallery at the Sharn city council at work. “He has no magical disguises on.” “Yeah,” agrees Korm. “Thurik Davandi isn’t Killian, I think. But that son of his might be. Thurik really does look like an older version of Killian, or what we saw of Killian when he took off that [i]hat of disguise[/i]. We should go check him out.” Six nods. “Since Sava Kharisa gave us the location of Davandi’s shop when we spoke to her yesterday, we might as well. And she did say that nobody knows of any real work this Thurian guy does, other than supposedly helping around the shop.” “Speaking of Sava,” says Nameless, “We have to remember and meet with that Watch captain she recommended – Iyanna ir’Talan. If she’s as incorruptible as Sava says she is, I want her to know we’re willing to help the law in this city, and for us to be in her good books.” “I just noticed something interesting,” says Luna, who is still looking down into the chamber. “Six – come take a look at the changeling.” Six, who also has a similar spell from Nameless effective on him, walks over. After a couple of seconds, he says, “Interesting all right. And strange.” “What?” asks Gareth, as he looks at the elderly changeling called Kilk, the representative for Lower Tavick’s, who openly wears his changeling appearance. “He’s not who he seems to be,” says Luna. “He is a changeling. But he’s a younger changeling making himself look older. And different, though I’m not much good at changeling features.” “Not hairy enough, eh?” quips Korm, drawing a scowl, but even he looks puzzled. “Why would he disguise himself that way? Weird.” Six shakes his head. “Haven’t you people learned, yet? This is Sharn. [i]Everything[/i] is weird. And everything has a reason for being however it is.” Nameless shrugs. “This doesn’t concern us right now. Let’s go and deal with our more immediate issue – finding…” ****** “…Thurian Davandi,” says Nameless to the attendant in the Davandi Fine Tailoring. The attendant looks a little askance at the odd collection, especially considering how well armed they are, but nods. “Of course. Please wait here while I get him.” He turns and walks to, and up, a staircase near the back of the large store. A few minutes later, when Killian, aka Thurian Davandi, walks down the stairs, he finds the Angels assembled at the bottom. Expectedly, if he is the least bit surprised, he shows no signs of it. “Ah, my friends,” Thurian says, beaming expansively, “I’d been wondering when you’d eventually be kind enough to visit me.” “Well,” says Nameless, “We figured you already know we’re back, so we thought we’d save you the effort of contacting us.” Thurian’s smile broadens. “So kind of you, as always.” He looks around and says, “I see all of you are here, and all looking so healthy. Excellent, excellent.” The gnome looks at Gareth and a look of deep concern crosses his face. “But you, Gareth – you look a little different. Ah, I see now – Kizmet is missing. What happened to it?” Luckily, Korm is nearby to grab Gareth’s arm as the paladin – or rather, former never-really-was paladin – takes a quick step towards the gnome with what looks like a thundercloud on his face. Unperturbed, Thurian simply lifts a quizzical eyebrow. “Touched a sore spot, did I? I am [i]so[/i] sorry. You know I hate to see you hurt.” Luna growls, “Okay – we’ve seen enough, people. Let’s go.” “So soon?” chirps Thurian. “Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow. But I’m sure we’ll meet again.” As they are heading away, Six thinks of something and stops. “Actually, I have a question…” “Yes, yes – I’m sure,” says Thurian quickly, interrupting him. “I’ll make it all clear to you.” Six stops, wondering how the gnome knows what he was about to ask. Thurian steps forward, waves his hands and says, “See – men’s clothing on the left, women’s clothing on the right, shirts towards the front of the store, trousers over there…” The warforged shakes his head disgustedly and turns away, hurrying to join his friends. Thurian waves gaily after him. “Don’t be a stranger.” As Six emerges from the shop, Korm says, “I don’t know why, but just being around that guy makes me feel dirty somehow.” He pauses, and then growls, “Actually, I do know why.” “Forget about him,” says Luna. “It’s time to go and check out…” ****** “…our house!” Luna grins broadly and spreads her arms, as if to embrace the cold stone walls around her. Nameless looks at her curiously. “I didn’t think this would be something you’d be that interested in, considering you spend all the nights you can at the Park.” “The Park’s good,” says Luna, walking around and peering down corridors and into rooms, “But you can’t really decorate it.” She stops suddenly. “Oooh – I have to go shopping!” The others exchange glances as Luna spends the next half an hour rushing from room to room, muttering and smiling gleefully to herself. They too spread out around the building, checking out its different aspects and comparing it with the information Balan has given them. When they finally reconvene in the main parlor, Luna isn’t the only one grinning. “This place is excellent!” says Nameless. “Four floors, tons of rooms, secret panels in half the rooms, really thick walls, single entry via skybridge – it should be comfortable as hell and really easy to defend. Did you notice the guard posts and the portcullis? Sure, it’s broken, but it’ll be easy to repair.” “And there’s a roof garden,” says Korm. “Well, not really a garden, but there’s potential for one, and I bet Luna and I can have one up and running shortly.” He looks around the parlor and adds, “It’s just stuffy now because of the lack of windows and since they kept the balcony doors closed, but Luna and I can [i]stone shape[/i] those windows into functionality tomorrow.” Six, who has been checking part of the wall, says, “Notice these small holes?” pointing to four inch-wide holes ringed with metal. “I think these are the things Balan said the vampires used to be able to get quickly and secretly from floor to floor.” “Must be. They get [i]stone shape[/i]d shut as soon as can be too.” “We’re going to need carpets, drapes, furniture, and a bunch of other things,” says Luna, with evident anticipation. “Oh yeah – I’m going to have to take the master bedchamber.” “Huh? Why do you get it?” asks Gareth. “Fat. Bear,” says Korm quietly, but Luna’s next words take the smile of his face. “Because I’m going to need lots of room for my litter, stupid,” says Luna. There is a long moment of deathly silence. Finally Six, in the tones of someone opening a door he is sure is trapped, asks quietly, “Litter?” “Yeah. I’ve decided I need to start breeding. I’m going to need a big nursery.” There is silence again. This time, it’s Nameless who speaks. “And [b]what[/b] do you plan to be … breeding with?” “I haven’t decided yet,” says Luna, with a toss of her head, as if to indicate it’s a simple matter. “I need to find a powerful druid, preferably a Gatekeeper.” “Like Korm?” asks Six. “Thank you,” says Korm bitterly. “Thank you [i]very much[/i], Six!” “No!” says Luna emphatically, throwing them both a withering look. “My kids can’t have a dad who’s always making fun of their mom.” She then glares around at everyone. “And when my kids arrive, I can’t be having all this ‘fat’ and ‘hairy’ crap! It’ll be a really bad influence on them!” “O – kay,” says Gareth, taking a surreptitious step away. “But they’re not arriving soon then?” “Of course not!” says Luna. “I have to find the right guy first. Hmm, maybe that Hruit guy on the city council. He’s a little old, but in pretty good shape, and having a dad on the council could be really handy. I bet he’d be able to get the kids into the right schools too.” Seeing that she’s half talking to herself, the four others quietly and quickly back away from Luna and head for the door. “Drink?” says Korm. “Yes – drink!” reply both Gareth and Nameless, while Six adds mournfully, “Right now, I really wish I [i]could[/i] drink!” Luna turns around belatedly to see them heading out the door. She glares after them for a moment, and then laughs to herself. “Men!” [/QUOTE]
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