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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1826456" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>EBERRON</p><p>08/21/04</p><p>SEGMENT 002</p><p>THE FORGOTTEN FORGE</p><p></p><p>The Broken Anvil Tavern is located nearby in the Mason’s Tower. House Ghallanda runs it. The halflings of the Hostelers Guild. It is quiet here being daybreak. Boddynoc was not going to miss a meeting with a House of Cannith member. As an artificer, he tries to follow what these makers of things magical were up to with great interest. </p><p></p><p>A halfling looks up to the warforged and the human. “Follow me good sirs” the hafling matron says to Boddynoc and Cedious. They go to a private room and the halfling knocks twice then announces that the guests have arrived. The party enters the room eager to learn what is happening and if there is any money in it for them.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice. “Thankyou for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down.”</span>She offers the party food and drink before telling them her name. She is Elaydren d’Vown of House Cannith. She is an agent of the house. </p><p></p><p> <span style="color: Sienna">“I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom,” Lady Elaydren explains. “We were to meet earlier tonight, but as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so sent one of my men to track you down.”</span></p><p></p><p>She continues. <span style="color: Sienna">“The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal…” Her voice trails off. Then she leans close. “Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course. “</span></p><p></p><p>She asks if the group has happened onto a small journal at the murder scene. Boddynoc picks through his bag and pulls out the journal. He hopes to get it back to discover its secrets. As she reaches out to receive the small book the mithral thread and her ring begin to softly glow. She sets the journal down and opens it. Blank pages begin to develop fine script and drawings. Flipping through the now scripted book, she looks for a specific page or entry. A satisfied look crosses her face as she reaches and fumbles for a piece of paper in her pocket. Look at the two she studies it. Both the halfling and gnome lean in to see what she has discovered. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna"> “The location of the lost foundry is deep within the Dorasharn Tower.” Lady Elaydren proclaims. “Fifty-seven levels below the towers present-day sewer system. I offer you one thousand gold pieces and the good will of my house if you recover the heirloom and return it to me. Will you help me?” </span></p><p></p><p> “Yes” Boddynoc exclaims with more energy than he meant to show. The others, with less energy agree. Even the warforged whom find this room too small to be in for much longer.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“The relic I seek is an adamantine plate in the shape of a seven-pointed star about the size of your hand,” Elaydren explains. “It has no special power by itself, but is an ancient schema –a piece of a pattern used by the Cannith artificers of old to craft unusual items. Recover this piece of history for us, and House Cannith will be extremely grateful.” </span> </p><p></p><p>Magic relics and magical mundane but wondrous items dance through Boddynoc’s mind. Money and leisure are on Cedious’ mind. Khora figures this to be a good means to raise funds quickly. To the warforged, if it means they can hack and slash without getting into trouble, than they are ready to leave now. They are impatient and want to go.</p><p></p><p>Boddynoc thinks briefly about the situation. “Where do we begin?”</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“This map shows the way to reach the sewers of the Dorasharn Tower. Somewhere beyond the E-213 Valve Cluster you’ll find a sealed door with the same mark as the one on Bonal’s journal. Open the seal, and the tunnel beyond will take you to the long-forgotten level far below, where the foundry resides.” </span> </p><p></p><p>“May we hold onto the journal to aid our expedition to the Foundry?” Boddynoc asks in a very convincing voice. Lady Elaydren stares hard into the gnomes eyes and measures the pros and cons of this decision. Reluctantly she slides it over to him along with a ring to allow him to read it. “I will NEED these returned.”</p><p></p><p>Boddynoc agrees knowing he will try to keep it somehow.</p><p></p><p>The party uses her map to wonder through the Dorasharn Tower and lower levels. Most of this tower has been closed off from wanders due to dangers within. Dangers both natural and unnatural.. However, even with the map, the group is uncertain how to proceed to the Valves.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“ The tunnels and corridors at this level of the tower are narrow and dark. An occasional window slit looks out upon the crowded walls and foundations of other towers, and infrequently placed torches sputter here and there, giving off pallid pools of light and clouds of smoke. Even so, rough and dirty people crowd the narrow corridors, and the smell of sweat and sewage permeates the stale air.</span></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">One tunnel opens onto a large chamber, where a mix of goblins, humans, and shifters gather around a small pile of garbage spread across three rotting blankets. One of the goblins shouts, “ No pushing! No pushing! There’s always enough for everyone at the Rat’s Market! “</span></p><p></p><p>Uncertain where to go, Khora suggests asking the goblin for instructions to the Value Cluster they are searching for. The misplaced five adventurers walk boldly up to the meager spread. Cedious looks at what there is to steal and finds nothing he would want. The prize item there is a sunrod which they have plenty of already. Everything else is broken, soiled and some have bloodstains on them.</p><p></p><p>“Could you direct us to the Valve Cluster E-213 good merchant?” asks Boddynoc politely but being sure not to touch or be touched by the market and it’s people.</p><p></p><p>The goblin quickly appraises the five as adventurers with money.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“I’ve got a rare stick of sealing wax, only partially used, for a mere sixty coppers,” the goblin merchant says. “Or maybe you could use this fine woolen blanket with just a hint of mildew? Only thirty-nine coppers. How about a skewer of boiled rat meat? For you, just five silver. Or perhaps, if I could point out the way to a certain valve cluster, what would it be worth to fine explorers such as yourselves? One hundred silver?” </span> </p><p></p><p>“Ahhh…uh- so much from what a fine goblin like you would consider to be a minor and easy act?” Asks Boddynoc as Temper stares at the goblin. The other possible buyers move away which discomforts the now lone goblin. Bonds watches them walk away and notices a shifter watching the group with distilled interest. Deciding this is getting boring he steps up to the goblin. “Where…Is…Valve?” He says with intimidation. The goblin is no stranger to this and stands firm. “120 Silver to show you where it is.”</p><p></p><p>Noting the rising interest of their activities by others, Khora agrees and shows him the money- a few gold and silver.</p><p></p><p>The goblin merchant (Skakan) shows them a hidden walkway. It takes about twenty minutes to reach it. Khora is concerned. He is quite sure they made several wide circles before reaching here. He distrusts the goblin and the route they took to get here. As the goblin begins to move down the dark and twisting narrow stairway he passes on his concern to the others whom all admit they had the same sense. The warforged are eager to find what is at the bottom of these steps.</p><p></p><p>The party begins down <span style="color: Sienna">“…a narrow passage that leads to a staircase that descends deeper into the into the tower. With each step down, the odor of mold and sewage becomes stronger, and you can hear liquid sounds increasing in volume as you descend.”</span></p><p></p><p>The goblin arrives at the base of the stairs and is struck down in a single blow.</p><p></p><p>Pausing for only a moment, the party rushes down the stairs if only in fear the warforged will knock them down in their eagerness to fight.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Sienna">“A warforged strikes from the shadows. His rapier piercing the air with deadly efficiency. “You have the provost’s journal,” the warforged says. It’s not a question. “Give the book to me, and you can live to see another day. Refuse, and we will make your deaths slow and painful.”</span></p><p></p><p>“We!” says each warforged in unison and a smile,</p><p></p><p>The party members spill out onto a narrow platform that leads directly into the sewer waters. A warforge holding a rapier tries to taunt them as a shifter bares its sharp teeth.</p><p></p><p>As they rush across the channel of moving water, a second shifter strikes from a dark and hidden alcove.</p><p>Khora steps back and tries to defend himself. Boddynoc fires a crossbolt that strikes a shifter. Cedious feints then strikes the other shifter. The warforged come in. Bonds begins to enrage and strikes down the one shifter whom falls into the moving water. Temper tries to strike down the warforged.</p><p></p><p>The dead shifter floats down current until it becomes hung up on a grate. The other shifter goes down quickly leaving the warforged whom narrowly escapes several attacks. “How can you betray our people like this?!?” he screams at the two warforged warriors.</p><p></p><p>“Betray?” says the one forged as he strikes him down. “We have betrayed no one.”</p><p></p><p>A piece of metal lifts from the downed warforged rogue and it flies away rapidly. Boddynok and Cedious try to stop it but can not. Though he is uncertain, Boddynok suspects these are a means to communicate between warforged comrades. Neither Bonds nor Temper are aware of any such thing.</p><p></p><p>Searching the warforged body they find several useful goods but nothing to explain why he was here waiting for them. The one shifter has even less. Ever keeping track of potential money, Cedious looks for the third attacker. The body is missing but there is fresh blood on the iron bars. Something on the other side got him. Perhaps a crocodile or something much worse.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1826456, member: 9255"] EBERRON 08/21/04 SEGMENT 002 THE FORGOTTEN FORGE The Broken Anvil Tavern is located nearby in the Mason’s Tower. House Ghallanda runs it. The halflings of the Hostelers Guild. It is quiet here being daybreak. Boddynoc was not going to miss a meeting with a House of Cannith member. As an artificer, he tries to follow what these makers of things magical were up to with great interest. A halfling looks up to the warforged and the human. “Follow me good sirs” the hafling matron says to Boddynoc and Cedious. They go to a private room and the halfling knocks twice then announces that the guests have arrived. The party enters the room eager to learn what is happening and if there is any money in it for them. [COLOR=Sienna]“The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice. “Thankyou for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down.”[/COLOR]She offers the party food and drink before telling them her name. She is Elaydren d’Vown of House Cannith. She is an agent of the house. [COLOR=Sienna]“I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom,” Lady Elaydren explains. “We were to meet earlier tonight, but as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so sent one of my men to track you down.”[/COLOR] She continues. [COLOR=Sienna]“The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal…” Her voice trails off. Then she leans close. “Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course. “[/COLOR] She asks if the group has happened onto a small journal at the murder scene. Boddynoc picks through his bag and pulls out the journal. He hopes to get it back to discover its secrets. As she reaches out to receive the small book the mithral thread and her ring begin to softly glow. She sets the journal down and opens it. Blank pages begin to develop fine script and drawings. Flipping through the now scripted book, she looks for a specific page or entry. A satisfied look crosses her face as she reaches and fumbles for a piece of paper in her pocket. Look at the two she studies it. Both the halfling and gnome lean in to see what she has discovered. [COLOR=Sienna] “The location of the lost foundry is deep within the Dorasharn Tower.” Lady Elaydren proclaims. “Fifty-seven levels below the towers present-day sewer system. I offer you one thousand gold pieces and the good will of my house if you recover the heirloom and return it to me. Will you help me?” [/COLOR] “Yes” Boddynoc exclaims with more energy than he meant to show. The others, with less energy agree. Even the warforged whom find this room too small to be in for much longer. [COLOR=Sienna]“The relic I seek is an adamantine plate in the shape of a seven-pointed star about the size of your hand,” Elaydren explains. “It has no special power by itself, but is an ancient schema –a piece of a pattern used by the Cannith artificers of old to craft unusual items. Recover this piece of history for us, and House Cannith will be extremely grateful.” [/COLOR] Magic relics and magical mundane but wondrous items dance through Boddynoc’s mind. Money and leisure are on Cedious’ mind. Khora figures this to be a good means to raise funds quickly. To the warforged, if it means they can hack and slash without getting into trouble, than they are ready to leave now. They are impatient and want to go. Boddynoc thinks briefly about the situation. “Where do we begin?” [COLOR=Sienna]“This map shows the way to reach the sewers of the Dorasharn Tower. Somewhere beyond the E-213 Valve Cluster you’ll find a sealed door with the same mark as the one on Bonal’s journal. Open the seal, and the tunnel beyond will take you to the long-forgotten level far below, where the foundry resides.” [/COLOR] “May we hold onto the journal to aid our expedition to the Foundry?” Boddynoc asks in a very convincing voice. Lady Elaydren stares hard into the gnomes eyes and measures the pros and cons of this decision. Reluctantly she slides it over to him along with a ring to allow him to read it. “I will NEED these returned.” Boddynoc agrees knowing he will try to keep it somehow. The party uses her map to wonder through the Dorasharn Tower and lower levels. Most of this tower has been closed off from wanders due to dangers within. Dangers both natural and unnatural.. However, even with the map, the group is uncertain how to proceed to the Valves. [COLOR=Sienna]“ The tunnels and corridors at this level of the tower are narrow and dark. An occasional window slit looks out upon the crowded walls and foundations of other towers, and infrequently placed torches sputter here and there, giving off pallid pools of light and clouds of smoke. Even so, rough and dirty people crowd the narrow corridors, and the smell of sweat and sewage permeates the stale air. One tunnel opens onto a large chamber, where a mix of goblins, humans, and shifters gather around a small pile of garbage spread across three rotting blankets. One of the goblins shouts, “ No pushing! No pushing! There’s always enough for everyone at the Rat’s Market! “[/COLOR] Uncertain where to go, Khora suggests asking the goblin for instructions to the Value Cluster they are searching for. The misplaced five adventurers walk boldly up to the meager spread. Cedious looks at what there is to steal and finds nothing he would want. The prize item there is a sunrod which they have plenty of already. Everything else is broken, soiled and some have bloodstains on them. “Could you direct us to the Valve Cluster E-213 good merchant?” asks Boddynoc politely but being sure not to touch or be touched by the market and it’s people. The goblin quickly appraises the five as adventurers with money. [COLOR=Sienna]“I’ve got a rare stick of sealing wax, only partially used, for a mere sixty coppers,” the goblin merchant says. “Or maybe you could use this fine woolen blanket with just a hint of mildew? Only thirty-nine coppers. How about a skewer of boiled rat meat? For you, just five silver. Or perhaps, if I could point out the way to a certain valve cluster, what would it be worth to fine explorers such as yourselves? One hundred silver?” [/COLOR] “Ahhh…uh- so much from what a fine goblin like you would consider to be a minor and easy act?” Asks Boddynoc as Temper stares at the goblin. The other possible buyers move away which discomforts the now lone goblin. Bonds watches them walk away and notices a shifter watching the group with distilled interest. Deciding this is getting boring he steps up to the goblin. “Where…Is…Valve?” He says with intimidation. The goblin is no stranger to this and stands firm. “120 Silver to show you where it is.” Noting the rising interest of their activities by others, Khora agrees and shows him the money- a few gold and silver. The goblin merchant (Skakan) shows them a hidden walkway. It takes about twenty minutes to reach it. Khora is concerned. He is quite sure they made several wide circles before reaching here. He distrusts the goblin and the route they took to get here. As the goblin begins to move down the dark and twisting narrow stairway he passes on his concern to the others whom all admit they had the same sense. The warforged are eager to find what is at the bottom of these steps. The party begins down [COLOR=Sienna]“…a narrow passage that leads to a staircase that descends deeper into the into the tower. With each step down, the odor of mold and sewage becomes stronger, and you can hear liquid sounds increasing in volume as you descend.”[/COLOR] The goblin arrives at the base of the stairs and is struck down in a single blow. Pausing for only a moment, the party rushes down the stairs if only in fear the warforged will knock them down in their eagerness to fight. [COLOR=Sienna]“A warforged strikes from the shadows. His rapier piercing the air with deadly efficiency. “You have the provost’s journal,” the warforged says. It’s not a question. “Give the book to me, and you can live to see another day. Refuse, and we will make your deaths slow and painful.”[/COLOR] “We!” says each warforged in unison and a smile, The party members spill out onto a narrow platform that leads directly into the sewer waters. A warforge holding a rapier tries to taunt them as a shifter bares its sharp teeth. As they rush across the channel of moving water, a second shifter strikes from a dark and hidden alcove. Khora steps back and tries to defend himself. Boddynoc fires a crossbolt that strikes a shifter. Cedious feints then strikes the other shifter. The warforged come in. Bonds begins to enrage and strikes down the one shifter whom falls into the moving water. Temper tries to strike down the warforged. The dead shifter floats down current until it becomes hung up on a grate. The other shifter goes down quickly leaving the warforged whom narrowly escapes several attacks. “How can you betray our people like this?!?” he screams at the two warforged warriors. “Betray?” says the one forged as he strikes him down. “We have betrayed no one.” A piece of metal lifts from the downed warforged rogue and it flies away rapidly. Boddynok and Cedious try to stop it but can not. Though he is uncertain, Boddynok suspects these are a means to communicate between warforged comrades. Neither Bonds nor Temper are aware of any such thing. Searching the warforged body they find several useful goods but nothing to explain why he was here waiting for them. The one shifter has even less. Ever keeping track of potential money, Cedious looks for the third attacker. The body is missing but there is fresh blood on the iron bars. Something on the other side got him. Perhaps a crocodile or something much worse. [/QUOTE]
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