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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3497148" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>What did we learn today, if anything?</strong></p><p></p><p>Haimish excuses himself from the room after letting Menthos know he needs to drop by the School of Ancient knowledge to pick up his prize for killing Kalen. Xanthos decides to go to the Courts of Maal to see who has brought the charges against Lord Palmere and tried to solve the mystery of who the players were at last night’s party or at least who is moving the pieces and in what game. Xanthos rationalizes that if he can at least find out what game they’re playing and what pieces they’re using he can better defend himself against their machinations. Turgar accompanies Xanthos while the rest of the party shops for replacement goods and a few upgrades to their inventory.</p><p></p><p>Haimish traverses the gorge-like back alley of the School, the ever present gargoyles stare down in oppressive statuesque poses. The rolling of thunder could be heard off to the north as a summer storm took aim at the city, it’s winds kicked up debris and leaves alike and whirled them around the cul-de-sac creating little debris tornados for Haimish’s enjoyment. Finally reaching the open portal, Haimish retrieved the small coin from his belt pouch and walked through the dark opening. </p><p></p><p>Haimish’s vision stuttered and spun as his foot stepped not on stone or tile but on carpet as the rest of his body was pulled through the teleportation portal and joined his leg in the opulent bedroom. Heat came from a lightless fireplace to his right as he took in the sights, the floor was covered in expensive furs and pelts, some from creatures Haimish thought were made up in bardic tales that were so old they had no written version. The bed seemed to be carved out of a single enormous tree trunk; the silk on the bed looked ethereal in its near transparency. </p><p></p><p>Haimish then noticed the windows, the building had no external windows and yet here they were overlooking a green pasture with the sun rising in the eastern sky. Haimish thought it was either a masterful forgery or this room was nowhere near Highcastle. </p><p></p><p>“You’re right of course; you’re not looking out at Highcastle.” A newly familiar voice spoke in Haimish’s thoughts, the bard turned to see the forms of the wizard with what Haimish was beginning to call a void robe, the elderly wizard and the two assistants fade into view.</p><p></p><p>“My role as your guinea pig is over; Kalen blew up in a fireball of light last night.” Haimish announces</p><p></p><p>“Yes, we know. We watched the grand spectacle from afar, although your role in the event will likely be greatly overstated.” The wizard remarked</p><p></p><p>“I’m a bard it’s what I do, either way it makes for a great story about a group of nobodies who defeat a great evil. It’ll sell millions.” Haimish boasts</p><p></p><p>“I’m afraid that would still be a great work of fiction. I see that you have returned to the land of the breathing, have you become the guinea pig to another? Pity you seem to have typecast yourself in that role.” The void robed wizard answers</p><p></p><p>“Merely a favor for releasing me from an eternity of collecting bird droppings on my head for free nothing more, I don’t like the hot heads much, but I do respect them.” Haimish replies</p><p></p><p>“Eh, like all faiths they want to rule the world.” The wizard answers</p><p></p><p>“True, but at least those guys are upfront about it; some people have to show off out of sight and from afar. Heaven forbid they get their own hands dirty.” Haimish jibbed at the wizards</p><p></p><p>“How naïve a view you possess, my hands are covered with a stain that even The Styx could not clean.” The wizard brags</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, yeah, yeah more words and less action. You’re about as redundant as an azer with a fire resistance ring; your grand self righteousness bores me. When I need to be impressed I’ll go talk to a birthing mother not you guys.” Haimish postured </p><p></p><p>“Well, either your brief moment of stoniness has reinforced your backbone, or the Kadors casted the spell <em>grow a set </em> when they returned you to flesh.” The wizard replies</p><p></p><p>“I understand you guys weren’t rushing to my aid after I demo’d your product for the Kadors, which leads me to the question of why you didn’t tell me about Kalen’s little medusa friend before the party? Information like that would’ve come in handy.” Haimish inquires</p><p></p><p>“An unexpected complication and not the only one that was hurdled last night.” The wizard answers</p><p></p><p>“What’s that supposed to mean? It sounds as if you knew of some things and decided to not be forthcoming with the knowledge.” Haimish’s ire begins to rise</p><p></p><p>“Surely you know the adage knowledge is power, the less you know of the more I know, the less you affect me. For your information I did help a little, who do you think got rid of the goblins squatting in the back tunnel for your little fiendish friend? I assure you it took more than two spells to do that.” The wizard dismisses Haimish’s attitude</p><p></p><p>“Either way, I’m here for my promised reward. I’ll be taking that off your hands now if you don’t mind.” Haimish demands</p><p></p><p>“Certainly, my assistant here will lead you to the items. I look forward to doing business with you in the near future.” The void robed wizard stamps his staff onto the floor and blinks out along with the elderly man and one of the assistants.</p><p></p><p>The remaining assistant walks around Haimish and opens a large set of double doors behind him.</p><p></p><p>“I just came from there, that’s the alley don’t even think of trying to stiff me, or I’ll be really….” Haimish pondered his next word as he wondered what could befall of him here, the assistant even seemed to pause to hear what Haimish’s next word would be, “put out and fail to include the school in the ballads of my adventures.”</p><p></p><p>The assistant turned back to the door and beckoned Haimish to follow, with a defeated “sigh” the bard feel into step behind the apprentice and followed the man through winding hallways and down two staircases.</p><p></p><p>“Wouldn’t it have been easier to teleport there?” Haimish asked, annoyed with the length of time it was taking to get to where Haimish wanted to be, in the back of his mind a small thought began to grow, that maybe this would turn out to be a four hour red herring chase to nowhere.</p><p></p><p>The apprentice said nothing to Haimish, even when directly asked a question. Haimish thought the man must be mute even after the bard went through his comedic routine trying to illicit a response and got nary a chuckle out of the apprentice. Haimish began to regale in the hallways they walked down hoping that he could annoy the apprentice enough to respond to him. However, that only served to get Haimish a dry throat and no audience. </p><p></p><p>After three hours of walking and wearing his patience to a nub, Haimish’s guide pulls up in front of a sturdy wooden door. He fumbles with the wooden beam lock in front of it and pushes the door open. The room inside is dimly lit, but Haimish can make out an open coffin lying on a mound of freshly dug earth.</p><p></p><p>“Uh, joke’s over, this looks a little morbid to be picking some minor magic items through grave robbing.” Haimish nervously states</p><p></p><p>The apprentice grabs the bards arm and drags him inside the room. Haimish quickly yanks his arm free and brandishes his longsword in preparation for a fight, “You’ll not get me in there with you coming with me.” Haimish declares</p><p></p><p>The apprentice ignores him and makes his way to the coffin; he retrieves a glass jar from a nearby table and scopes up some dirt from beneath the coffin and seals the jar with the dirt within. The apprentice then approaches Haimish and extends the jar to him.</p><p></p><p>“What the? You walk me all this way for dirt? What kind of crap is this? How about I kill you and take your heart? That’s got to be more powerful.” Haimish yells</p><p></p><p>“Shh, take this treasure; it will be worth more to you than anything my master was willing to give.” The apprentice finally speaks</p><p></p><p>A skeptic Haimish stands astonished by the actions of the apprentice and studies the man looking for anything make may be construed as deception. After resigned to the fact the man is most likely telling the truth, Haimish reaches out and grabs the jar. In an instant he finds himself on the steps of the School, holding the jar in his right hand. Confused, Haimish places the dirt filled jar in his backpack and returns to the Temple of Kador.</p><p></p><p>“What magic did you get from the wizards?” Kessen inquires as Haimish strolls into the temple.</p><p></p><p>“I got more questions, I hate when that happens.” Was Haimish’s reply and the bard saunters off to ponder his visit to the School.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos finds the seediest bar in town and shifting to his wealthy noble look, puts out the info that he’s looking for some discrete silencing of a rival, in hopes it leads him to an assassin guild representative he can bribe for info about the party last night. He is approached by two low life scum of men who tell Xanthos they can set up a meeting with some people who can do this. Xanthos agrees, and is told to get a room upstairs for the night and their contact will meet him later tonight.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos also asks around about Lord Palmere, but gets nowhere in the poor section of town and decides to report what he’s been able to set up thus far with the rest of the party back at the temple. </p><p></p><p>Turgar however proceeds to the Courts of Maal and hears the charges levied against Lord Palmere.</p><p></p><p><em>Destruction of private property as some of the slaves turned to stone were owned by another merchant lord, Lord Burghondy</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>De-beautification of surrounding landscape, brought on be the horde of manes as they raced out of the collapsed home of Lord Palmere</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Unauthorized summoning of nuisance creatures, again with the manes</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Failure to properly complete a signed contract, apparently Lord Palmere’s current stoned form prevented him from paying Lord Burghondy for the rental of his slaves.</em>*</p><p></p><p>As Turgar listens to the charges his mind begins to form his own prime suspect for the events of last night and he returned to the temple to report what he had found as well.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>*The city is ruled by a very Lawful-Evil overlord.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3497148, member: 11574"] [b]What did we learn today, if anything?[/b] Haimish excuses himself from the room after letting Menthos know he needs to drop by the School of Ancient knowledge to pick up his prize for killing Kalen. Xanthos decides to go to the Courts of Maal to see who has brought the charges against Lord Palmere and tried to solve the mystery of who the players were at last night’s party or at least who is moving the pieces and in what game. Xanthos rationalizes that if he can at least find out what game they’re playing and what pieces they’re using he can better defend himself against their machinations. Turgar accompanies Xanthos while the rest of the party shops for replacement goods and a few upgrades to their inventory. Haimish traverses the gorge-like back alley of the School, the ever present gargoyles stare down in oppressive statuesque poses. The rolling of thunder could be heard off to the north as a summer storm took aim at the city, it’s winds kicked up debris and leaves alike and whirled them around the cul-de-sac creating little debris tornados for Haimish’s enjoyment. Finally reaching the open portal, Haimish retrieved the small coin from his belt pouch and walked through the dark opening. Haimish’s vision stuttered and spun as his foot stepped not on stone or tile but on carpet as the rest of his body was pulled through the teleportation portal and joined his leg in the opulent bedroom. Heat came from a lightless fireplace to his right as he took in the sights, the floor was covered in expensive furs and pelts, some from creatures Haimish thought were made up in bardic tales that were so old they had no written version. The bed seemed to be carved out of a single enormous tree trunk; the silk on the bed looked ethereal in its near transparency. Haimish then noticed the windows, the building had no external windows and yet here they were overlooking a green pasture with the sun rising in the eastern sky. Haimish thought it was either a masterful forgery or this room was nowhere near Highcastle. “You’re right of course; you’re not looking out at Highcastle.” A newly familiar voice spoke in Haimish’s thoughts, the bard turned to see the forms of the wizard with what Haimish was beginning to call a void robe, the elderly wizard and the two assistants fade into view. “My role as your guinea pig is over; Kalen blew up in a fireball of light last night.” Haimish announces “Yes, we know. We watched the grand spectacle from afar, although your role in the event will likely be greatly overstated.” The wizard remarked “I’m a bard it’s what I do, either way it makes for a great story about a group of nobodies who defeat a great evil. It’ll sell millions.” Haimish boasts “I’m afraid that would still be a great work of fiction. I see that you have returned to the land of the breathing, have you become the guinea pig to another? Pity you seem to have typecast yourself in that role.” The void robed wizard answers “Merely a favor for releasing me from an eternity of collecting bird droppings on my head for free nothing more, I don’t like the hot heads much, but I do respect them.” Haimish replies “Eh, like all faiths they want to rule the world.” The wizard answers “True, but at least those guys are upfront about it; some people have to show off out of sight and from afar. Heaven forbid they get their own hands dirty.” Haimish jibbed at the wizards “How naïve a view you possess, my hands are covered with a stain that even The Styx could not clean.” The wizard brags “Yeah, yeah, yeah more words and less action. You’re about as redundant as an azer with a fire resistance ring; your grand self righteousness bores me. When I need to be impressed I’ll go talk to a birthing mother not you guys.” Haimish postured “Well, either your brief moment of stoniness has reinforced your backbone, or the Kadors casted the spell [I]grow a set [/I] when they returned you to flesh.” The wizard replies “I understand you guys weren’t rushing to my aid after I demo’d your product for the Kadors, which leads me to the question of why you didn’t tell me about Kalen’s little medusa friend before the party? Information like that would’ve come in handy.” Haimish inquires “An unexpected complication and not the only one that was hurdled last night.” The wizard answers “What’s that supposed to mean? It sounds as if you knew of some things and decided to not be forthcoming with the knowledge.” Haimish’s ire begins to rise “Surely you know the adage knowledge is power, the less you know of the more I know, the less you affect me. For your information I did help a little, who do you think got rid of the goblins squatting in the back tunnel for your little fiendish friend? I assure you it took more than two spells to do that.” The wizard dismisses Haimish’s attitude “Either way, I’m here for my promised reward. I’ll be taking that off your hands now if you don’t mind.” Haimish demands “Certainly, my assistant here will lead you to the items. I look forward to doing business with you in the near future.” The void robed wizard stamps his staff onto the floor and blinks out along with the elderly man and one of the assistants. The remaining assistant walks around Haimish and opens a large set of double doors behind him. “I just came from there, that’s the alley don’t even think of trying to stiff me, or I’ll be really….” Haimish pondered his next word as he wondered what could befall of him here, the assistant even seemed to pause to hear what Haimish’s next word would be, “put out and fail to include the school in the ballads of my adventures.” The assistant turned back to the door and beckoned Haimish to follow, with a defeated “sigh” the bard feel into step behind the apprentice and followed the man through winding hallways and down two staircases. “Wouldn’t it have been easier to teleport there?” Haimish asked, annoyed with the length of time it was taking to get to where Haimish wanted to be, in the back of his mind a small thought began to grow, that maybe this would turn out to be a four hour red herring chase to nowhere. The apprentice said nothing to Haimish, even when directly asked a question. Haimish thought the man must be mute even after the bard went through his comedic routine trying to illicit a response and got nary a chuckle out of the apprentice. Haimish began to regale in the hallways they walked down hoping that he could annoy the apprentice enough to respond to him. However, that only served to get Haimish a dry throat and no audience. After three hours of walking and wearing his patience to a nub, Haimish’s guide pulls up in front of a sturdy wooden door. He fumbles with the wooden beam lock in front of it and pushes the door open. The room inside is dimly lit, but Haimish can make out an open coffin lying on a mound of freshly dug earth. “Uh, joke’s over, this looks a little morbid to be picking some minor magic items through grave robbing.” Haimish nervously states The apprentice grabs the bards arm and drags him inside the room. Haimish quickly yanks his arm free and brandishes his longsword in preparation for a fight, “You’ll not get me in there with you coming with me.” Haimish declares The apprentice ignores him and makes his way to the coffin; he retrieves a glass jar from a nearby table and scopes up some dirt from beneath the coffin and seals the jar with the dirt within. The apprentice then approaches Haimish and extends the jar to him. “What the? You walk me all this way for dirt? What kind of crap is this? How about I kill you and take your heart? That’s got to be more powerful.” Haimish yells “Shh, take this treasure; it will be worth more to you than anything my master was willing to give.” The apprentice finally speaks A skeptic Haimish stands astonished by the actions of the apprentice and studies the man looking for anything make may be construed as deception. After resigned to the fact the man is most likely telling the truth, Haimish reaches out and grabs the jar. In an instant he finds himself on the steps of the School, holding the jar in his right hand. Confused, Haimish places the dirt filled jar in his backpack and returns to the Temple of Kador. “What magic did you get from the wizards?” Kessen inquires as Haimish strolls into the temple. “I got more questions, I hate when that happens.” Was Haimish’s reply and the bard saunters off to ponder his visit to the School. Xanthos finds the seediest bar in town and shifting to his wealthy noble look, puts out the info that he’s looking for some discrete silencing of a rival, in hopes it leads him to an assassin guild representative he can bribe for info about the party last night. He is approached by two low life scum of men who tell Xanthos they can set up a meeting with some people who can do this. Xanthos agrees, and is told to get a room upstairs for the night and their contact will meet him later tonight. Xanthos also asks around about Lord Palmere, but gets nowhere in the poor section of town and decides to report what he’s been able to set up thus far with the rest of the party back at the temple. Turgar however proceeds to the Courts of Maal and hears the charges levied against Lord Palmere. [I]Destruction of private property as some of the slaves turned to stone were owned by another merchant lord, Lord Burghondy De-beautification of surrounding landscape, brought on be the horde of manes as they raced out of the collapsed home of Lord Palmere Unauthorized summoning of nuisance creatures, again with the manes Failure to properly complete a signed contract, apparently Lord Palmere’s current stoned form prevented him from paying Lord Burghondy for the rental of his slaves.[/I]* As Turgar listens to the charges his mind begins to form his own prime suspect for the events of last night and he returned to the temple to report what he had found as well. *The city is ruled by a very Lawful-Evil overlord. [/QUOTE]
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