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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5904600" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Grembor looses it ...</strong></p><p></p><p>However the party are still interested in Madame Ivanja’s involvement in this clandestine affair so the whole lodge troops downstairs to her tower and Jah is instructed to knock on the door. Jah takes out his greataxe and proceeds to knock gently on the door making its hinges rattle and a large axe shaped gash appears in the door. A couple more knocks and there are shouts from inside demanding to know what they think they are doing and if they don’t desist right now they will be forced to respond in kind.</p><p></p><p>Grembor demands Ivanja’s presence and he is told no-one demands my lady’s presence. She goes where she pleases and it does not please my lady to be accosted by base classless ruffians who ‘demand’ her presence. This response infuriates Grembor who directs Jah to continue his gentle knocking which he starts again with splinters of well aged oak starting to fly.</p><p></p><p>Since the group outside seem to be persistent the guards inside agree to open the door if they stop trying to hack it open and guarantee they will not cause them or the occupants of the tower any harm. Sayuri steps forward and rests an hand on Jahs shoulder stopping him from swinging at the door any more; “I will cause the members of your residence no harm” she says through the once solid door; Grembor grins to himself as he finds this acceptable while the guards inside do not seem to appreciate the comment. “What about the others out there will they swear not to harm the occupants of the tower?” The guards seem strangely calm throughout the exchange not panicking or flustered like many amateur guards, these seem to be guards of quality. Sayuri sadly shakes her head however even though they can’t see her. “I can only vouch for myself I don’t control these others. It’s the best you’re going to get I think right now; people are angry and frightened by the recent events”</p><p></p><p>There is the sound of heavy bars being lifted and bolts being drawn back; the door is opened and the party see 4 well armed guards standing inside. Each has their swords drawn and seems ready to use it should anyone be foolish enough to rush inside. Grembor growls at them to go fetch their ‘lady’ which has overtones of extreme menace. The guards seem somewhat cowed by Grembor’s attitude but hold their ground demanding that they sheath their weapons before their lady’s presence is ‘requested.’ After some more growls the party sheath their weapons and the guards do likewise while one of their number is sent upstairs to ‘request’ their mistress joins them.</p><p></p><p>Several minutes later Madame Ivanja undulates down the stairs and slides across the floor in an excruciatingly sensual walk. Grembor can’t prevent his look of appreciation even through his anger and frustration of the day’s events. “This is the enemy” he keeps saying to himself as Madame Ivanja smiles at the assembly outside her battered door. “I don’t usually have so many men ... and women trying to gain entrance to my ... chambers all at once” she says with a small smile and a twinkle in her eyes. “Although most of my … clients are more cultured and accept when a lady says no she means it; your not so much of a gentleman are you?” Grembor snaps his mind back to the task at hand having had the verbal equivalent of a slap across the face. “Tell us about the Whispering way woman” he demands; to which Ivanja looks a little confused on the subject for a few seconds then responds; “well they are a supposedly secret cabal or cult interested in using undeath to gain immortality” She pauses for a second as if thinking “Although to be honest I think once your undead your mortality is already extinguished so I think that’s possibly the wrong route to that goal” Looking at Grembor’s face hover she seems to see something there and continues “however I don’t think you’re here to discuss history or local politics; so in answer to the implied question I have not had any dealings with the Whispering Way … to my knowledge.”</p><p></p><p>Grembor looking on the verge of loosing his admittedly short temper almost screams at her but controls himself before his outburst. “No; you had a visitor here about two weeks ago as evidenced by the notes in Estovion’s journal” which he shows her “You can’t deny your involvement in this conspiracy” Taking the journal she reads through the relevant passage before throwing it back at him. “I don’t discuss my client’s activities as I think I have told the lady to your right before; however I may be able to introduce you to the person they saw for a price; I am a business woman after all.” Grembor shakes his head and seems to begin loosing it again while Sayuri notices the growing sounds of discontent from the massed nobles behind them; most of them having used Madame Ivanja’s services and are very ‘friendly’ with her and her associates. </p><p></p><p>Stepping forward Sayuri again diffuses the situation by laying her hand on Grembors arm and asking “how much would it take to meet up with your associate Madame?” to which she is told the extravagant sum of 250 gold … Blinking back her shock at this price she feels Grembor’s arm tense as if he is ready to leap at the harlot so she swiftly tells Zordlan to pay the woman while gripping Grembor’s arm tightly to prevent him from doing something he may (or may not) regret later. Zordlan with a surprised expression starts counting out the gold and then tosses the bag to her. The bag disappears into some hidden crevice in her bodice without any signs of bumps outside of the ordinary impressive figure. She turns keeping an eye on the door and whispers something to one of her guards who nods and disappears upstairs.</p><p></p><p>Turning back to the party she smiles grimly and steps back a step “I can only introduce you to the person who did entertain them while they were here; past that it’s nothing to do with me” Sayuri nods tersely and they wait for a few minutes. Soon a slender partially clothed figure is led down the stairs; she stumbles a step or two in her drug induced daze but she finally stands before the party with her glassy eyes roaming over them all. “We going to have a party” she slurs out of heavily rouged lips. Grembor shoots a look of disgust at Ivanja; “you drug your harlots? That’s no way to treat someone” Ivanja smiles at him before stating “she drugs herself; I have no interest in that part of her life. As long as she can perform and the clients are pleased then I don’t care what they do. This is Naima one of my girls and the one who the people your interested in were entertained by; ask your questions then get out of my house.” </p><p></p><p>Grembor looks the girl up and down she is a pretty Vudrani woman, wearing heavy eyeliner and clad in nothing but a pair of translucent silken scarves; she looks up at Grembor her eyes glazed over from too much smoke. She smiles at him and sways her hips at an attempt at seduction while running her hands over her scantily clad form. “What can I do for you” she slurs. Grembor grabbing her arm looks deep into her eyes before asking about the men she entertained.</p><p></p><p>She divulges that three nobles from Courtaud hired her that evening, and can confirm that one of them had an evil-looking, implike pet. They waited in her room for some time, but strangely, they only requested that she dance for them. Eventually a new guest arrived, a silver-haired woodsman with a full beard who smelled like a beast. At that point, her clients requested that she leave. She returned to her room about an hour later and found that they had disappeared.</p><p></p><p>Grembor looks on in total disappointment at the lack of information he worked so hard to find. Looking into her eyes beneath the haze of the drugs he gets the faint inkling that she knows more. With a growl he mutters into her ear which seems to cut through her drug induced daze as she pales before him and starts shaking uncontrollably. Sayuri looks on is disgust at the weak willed girl; while Ivanja looks on with newfound respect for someone who can reduce a girl to a wreck with a few choice words.</p><p></p><p>Naima has had enough; she has been pulled from her nice warm room and is being abused by a nasty man while everyone she knows and thought of as friends watched on and does nothing. Shaking her arm free of Grembor’s tight and painful grip she staggers back a step; tears running down her face in shame and fear. “I have had enough experience with clients from all over Ustalav to recognize that although the nobles claimed to be from Courtaud, their accents clearly marked them as southerners, possibly from Caliphas.” There is some more that she knows which she also divulges through the tears. She also caught a glimpse of a strange amulet worn by one of them, depicting a gagged skull. Niama has no idea of the business her guests discussed, but as she was leaving the room, she did hear them mention “the Stairs of the Moon” and something called “the packlord’s heart.” She does not know the meaning of either phrase, or any other information about the visitors, and frankly does not care.</p><p></p><p>Thanking Ivanja; Sayuri drags Grembor away and the broken remains of the door are forcibly closed behind them; Sayuri is stopped by Duristan who looks inordinately excited about something. “Your going to the Stairs of the Moon; can I come?” he blurts out excitedly. Sayuri nods; “early in the morning we will be leaving so be ready or be left behind.” Duristan jumps for joy at another hunt with the party; his white faced fear from the last outing apparently forgotten; “don’t worry I know where it is, I can lead you there;” with that he is off calling for his thugs to start getting everything ready.</p><p></p><p>Delgros and Quiene also express an interest in coming along to help guide them to the Stairs of the moon; they both look meaningfully at the departing noble who is berating one of his thugs for sitting on his hat. Grembor is more than happy to have the stablemistrss along for the ... ride while Delgros is an accomplished hunter his advise and bow would be most welcome.</p><p></p><p>The party has a peaceful night with rotating watches; there is some distant howling in the woods which set everyone on edge but there are no incidents. The Morning breaks with a bright crisp sunny day the peace only broken by the sounds of joyful birdsong.</p><p></p><p><em>DM Note: Here ends the Part 2 of the Broken Moon adventure. We will be picking up again in Part 3, the Stairs of the Moon …</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5904600, member: 52403"] [b]Grembor looses it ...[/b] However the party are still interested in Madame Ivanja’s involvement in this clandestine affair so the whole lodge troops downstairs to her tower and Jah is instructed to knock on the door. Jah takes out his greataxe and proceeds to knock gently on the door making its hinges rattle and a large axe shaped gash appears in the door. A couple more knocks and there are shouts from inside demanding to know what they think they are doing and if they don’t desist right now they will be forced to respond in kind. Grembor demands Ivanja’s presence and he is told no-one demands my lady’s presence. She goes where she pleases and it does not please my lady to be accosted by base classless ruffians who ‘demand’ her presence. This response infuriates Grembor who directs Jah to continue his gentle knocking which he starts again with splinters of well aged oak starting to fly. Since the group outside seem to be persistent the guards inside agree to open the door if they stop trying to hack it open and guarantee they will not cause them or the occupants of the tower any harm. Sayuri steps forward and rests an hand on Jahs shoulder stopping him from swinging at the door any more; “I will cause the members of your residence no harm” she says through the once solid door; Grembor grins to himself as he finds this acceptable while the guards inside do not seem to appreciate the comment. “What about the others out there will they swear not to harm the occupants of the tower?” The guards seem strangely calm throughout the exchange not panicking or flustered like many amateur guards, these seem to be guards of quality. Sayuri sadly shakes her head however even though they can’t see her. “I can only vouch for myself I don’t control these others. It’s the best you’re going to get I think right now; people are angry and frightened by the recent events” There is the sound of heavy bars being lifted and bolts being drawn back; the door is opened and the party see 4 well armed guards standing inside. Each has their swords drawn and seems ready to use it should anyone be foolish enough to rush inside. Grembor growls at them to go fetch their ‘lady’ which has overtones of extreme menace. The guards seem somewhat cowed by Grembor’s attitude but hold their ground demanding that they sheath their weapons before their lady’s presence is ‘requested.’ After some more growls the party sheath their weapons and the guards do likewise while one of their number is sent upstairs to ‘request’ their mistress joins them. Several minutes later Madame Ivanja undulates down the stairs and slides across the floor in an excruciatingly sensual walk. Grembor can’t prevent his look of appreciation even through his anger and frustration of the day’s events. “This is the enemy” he keeps saying to himself as Madame Ivanja smiles at the assembly outside her battered door. “I don’t usually have so many men ... and women trying to gain entrance to my ... chambers all at once” she says with a small smile and a twinkle in her eyes. “Although most of my … clients are more cultured and accept when a lady says no she means it; your not so much of a gentleman are you?” Grembor snaps his mind back to the task at hand having had the verbal equivalent of a slap across the face. “Tell us about the Whispering way woman” he demands; to which Ivanja looks a little confused on the subject for a few seconds then responds; “well they are a supposedly secret cabal or cult interested in using undeath to gain immortality” She pauses for a second as if thinking “Although to be honest I think once your undead your mortality is already extinguished so I think that’s possibly the wrong route to that goal” Looking at Grembor’s face hover she seems to see something there and continues “however I don’t think you’re here to discuss history or local politics; so in answer to the implied question I have not had any dealings with the Whispering Way … to my knowledge.” Grembor looking on the verge of loosing his admittedly short temper almost screams at her but controls himself before his outburst. “No; you had a visitor here about two weeks ago as evidenced by the notes in Estovion’s journal” which he shows her “You can’t deny your involvement in this conspiracy” Taking the journal she reads through the relevant passage before throwing it back at him. “I don’t discuss my client’s activities as I think I have told the lady to your right before; however I may be able to introduce you to the person they saw for a price; I am a business woman after all.” Grembor shakes his head and seems to begin loosing it again while Sayuri notices the growing sounds of discontent from the massed nobles behind them; most of them having used Madame Ivanja’s services and are very ‘friendly’ with her and her associates. Stepping forward Sayuri again diffuses the situation by laying her hand on Grembors arm and asking “how much would it take to meet up with your associate Madame?” to which she is told the extravagant sum of 250 gold … Blinking back her shock at this price she feels Grembor’s arm tense as if he is ready to leap at the harlot so she swiftly tells Zordlan to pay the woman while gripping Grembor’s arm tightly to prevent him from doing something he may (or may not) regret later. Zordlan with a surprised expression starts counting out the gold and then tosses the bag to her. The bag disappears into some hidden crevice in her bodice without any signs of bumps outside of the ordinary impressive figure. She turns keeping an eye on the door and whispers something to one of her guards who nods and disappears upstairs. Turning back to the party she smiles grimly and steps back a step “I can only introduce you to the person who did entertain them while they were here; past that it’s nothing to do with me” Sayuri nods tersely and they wait for a few minutes. Soon a slender partially clothed figure is led down the stairs; she stumbles a step or two in her drug induced daze but she finally stands before the party with her glassy eyes roaming over them all. “We going to have a party” she slurs out of heavily rouged lips. Grembor shoots a look of disgust at Ivanja; “you drug your harlots? That’s no way to treat someone” Ivanja smiles at him before stating “she drugs herself; I have no interest in that part of her life. As long as she can perform and the clients are pleased then I don’t care what they do. This is Naima one of my girls and the one who the people your interested in were entertained by; ask your questions then get out of my house.” Grembor looks the girl up and down she is a pretty Vudrani woman, wearing heavy eyeliner and clad in nothing but a pair of translucent silken scarves; she looks up at Grembor her eyes glazed over from too much smoke. She smiles at him and sways her hips at an attempt at seduction while running her hands over her scantily clad form. “What can I do for you” she slurs. Grembor grabbing her arm looks deep into her eyes before asking about the men she entertained. She divulges that three nobles from Courtaud hired her that evening, and can confirm that one of them had an evil-looking, implike pet. They waited in her room for some time, but strangely, they only requested that she dance for them. Eventually a new guest arrived, a silver-haired woodsman with a full beard who smelled like a beast. At that point, her clients requested that she leave. She returned to her room about an hour later and found that they had disappeared. Grembor looks on in total disappointment at the lack of information he worked so hard to find. Looking into her eyes beneath the haze of the drugs he gets the faint inkling that she knows more. With a growl he mutters into her ear which seems to cut through her drug induced daze as she pales before him and starts shaking uncontrollably. Sayuri looks on is disgust at the weak willed girl; while Ivanja looks on with newfound respect for someone who can reduce a girl to a wreck with a few choice words. Naima has had enough; she has been pulled from her nice warm room and is being abused by a nasty man while everyone she knows and thought of as friends watched on and does nothing. Shaking her arm free of Grembor’s tight and painful grip she staggers back a step; tears running down her face in shame and fear. “I have had enough experience with clients from all over Ustalav to recognize that although the nobles claimed to be from Courtaud, their accents clearly marked them as southerners, possibly from Caliphas.” There is some more that she knows which she also divulges through the tears. She also caught a glimpse of a strange amulet worn by one of them, depicting a gagged skull. Niama has no idea of the business her guests discussed, but as she was leaving the room, she did hear them mention “the Stairs of the Moon” and something called “the packlord’s heart.” She does not know the meaning of either phrase, or any other information about the visitors, and frankly does not care. Thanking Ivanja; Sayuri drags Grembor away and the broken remains of the door are forcibly closed behind them; Sayuri is stopped by Duristan who looks inordinately excited about something. “Your going to the Stairs of the Moon; can I come?” he blurts out excitedly. Sayuri nods; “early in the morning we will be leaving so be ready or be left behind.” Duristan jumps for joy at another hunt with the party; his white faced fear from the last outing apparently forgotten; “don’t worry I know where it is, I can lead you there;” with that he is off calling for his thugs to start getting everything ready. Delgros and Quiene also express an interest in coming along to help guide them to the Stairs of the moon; they both look meaningfully at the departing noble who is berating one of his thugs for sitting on his hat. Grembor is more than happy to have the stablemistrss along for the ... ride while Delgros is an accomplished hunter his advise and bow would be most welcome. The party has a peaceful night with rotating watches; there is some distant howling in the woods which set everyone on edge but there are no incidents. The Morning breaks with a bright crisp sunny day the peace only broken by the sounds of joyful birdsong. [I]DM Note: Here ends the Part 2 of the Broken Moon adventure. We will be picking up again in Part 3, the Stairs of the Moon …[/I] [/QUOTE]
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