The Back Room

[Oni]

Magnus looked up at Vashik's sudden exit, rocking back and forth slightly as he spoke.

A storm...a single eye...surrounded by whirl of rage and fury...in its wake, destruction...what lies in its path...

Then as suddenly as it seemed to grab his attention he seemed to forget about it.

Some call me Magnus, some call me mad, you can call me what you like. Hehehe.

But be assured, I'm not meant to shuffle off this mortal coil yet. I've work to do...

[sblock=ooc]

Because of how this began I felt kind of invested in it, and so I particularly appreciate your stepping aside ukingsken. Thank you and cheers.

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[CaBaNa]

Kamotz produces paper, ink, and a feather from a pouch in his robes and begins furiously scribbling notes as he listens to Magnus and Tristan.

Thinking while he does so, of how much less negative the rooms presence feels since the exit of the They who wore darkness... He then makes notes as to the storm who was withered and how this first interaction had shown his soul.

annotating as well the calm manner in which the single eye, human possibly, left. Both of them darkened the room noticeably.

Kamotz leans in to Magnus so as not to be heard by others in the room,

Mad or not, your insight into that duo tilting his head to indicate Vashik and Haruka resonates with me... I would have liked to watch their path, but another time I suppose... I feel you are of the cloth, but will keep it to myself until you see fit to expound.

Leaning back Kamotz begins scribbling anew in his notes, after finishing a page, he pulls dust from another pouch and sprinkles it over the ink, before rolling the paper and storing it in his pack.

Though his eyes stare at the page, he takes in peripheral and listens intently to add as much detail as possible. Thinking to himself how much more exciting the people of Daunton are as compared with the relatively straightforward brand of homicidals in Bacarte.

Wondering how this group will fair against tasks with the sudden thinning of rank they have gone through... But still optimistic about the learning process it will afford him to travel with such a motley crew.

[sblock=ooc]Thanks to ukingsken for being a good sport as well. I am extremely interested in both of the absent party members characters and am excited to see them unfold... including the interaction between Haruka, Vakish, and Magnus![/sblock]

 

[SeaPainter]

[sblock=OOC]Alright our group is finalized, and I will be posting the details soon (I have to get to work at the moment). I'm looking forward to getting this off the ground... [/sblock]

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

Mikara remains silent, while her mind hums a tune. She knew that the group would either gel or fall apart, and only a little patience was necessary to see who would endure.

As the cynical, old man leaves the room in a huf, she allows herself a smug expression.

And so the sick fall prey, Time thins the herd.

 

[RedBeardJim]

[sblock="OOC"]Wow, this got busy while I was at work.[/sblock]
Morvannon was startled out of his perusal of the contract by the sudden departures. "Oh. Ah...they left. Well, I hope we can still be of use -- to be quite honest, I need the money."

He paused for a moment, looking around at the room full of strangers. "I'm sorry, I think I forgot my manners. Morvannon Rinael at your service," he said, offering a nod of respect.

 

[CaBaNa]

[sblock=ooc]I don't know how you guys do treasure parcels, I have a few items I would enjoy finding eventually. If I'm supposed to let our DM know so that he can work it in, verve armor (scale) is on the top of my list.

I'm fairly certain that one item per level is the standard (less if you make too many mistakes). I don't think listing more would be helpful at this point. Let me know...

As this is my first anything of this sort, I have no idea as to the etiquette of this kind of thing, or if what I have just suggested is even appropriate. Pardon my ignorance if it happens to be offensive.

Thanks for any help on the topic as well! [/sblock]

 

[SeaPainter]

[sblock=OOC]Sorry for the delay, everyone... I replaced my Internet Service Provider and my laptop yesterday, and I've been trying to get my wireless n' stuff back up and running. I will be posting Reggie's first reveal in (approx) 5 hours...

In the meantime, I'd like everyone to make a roll on Invisible Castle. You're making a knowledge check with either Arcana (only if trained), History or Streetwise. Experiment with linking to your roll, using the "Insert Link" button. Also try to set up a mini-stat block, you can use the one in my signature as an example.[/sblock]

 

[RedBeardJim]

[sblock="Streetwise roll"] 1d20+9=28[/sblock]

[sblock="Stat Block"]Morvannon Rinael- Level 1 Half-Elf Warlock
Passive Perception:10, Passive Insight:17, Senses: Low-light
AC:15, Fortitude:12, Reflex:14, Will:15 -- Speed:6, Size: Medium
HP: 27/27, Bloodied 13, Surge Value 6, Surges left 8/8
Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used
Powers -
Eldritch Blast
Eyebite
Warlock's Curse (minor)
Misty Step (Warlock Pact Boon)
Witchfire
Scorching Burst (Dilettante power)
Curse of the Dark Dream[/sblock]

 

[SeaPainter]

Reggie is visibly shaken by Vashik’s rough departure. “I… I… I apologize for my hesitation, but… I… I’d said…” his shoulders sag & his head drops down, “I’ve never had to do this sort of thing before.” He looks up at the remaining party members with defeat visible in his eyes, “these details have always been handled for me, but I can’t let… I, uhh… I mean… I mean that… that I have to do this myself. That’s all.”

As he looks pleadingly to the assembled group, the youth of his face is exaggerated. He flips back his designer cloak, and pulls a sheaf of documents from his satchel. With another flash of his ruby, signet ring & a beaten flick of his wrist, he tosses the collection of parchments onto the tabletop. Visible at the top of the sheaf is an 8x10 charcoal-drawing of a beautiful, young human woman. Reggie’s eyes catch sight of her eyes in the rendering, and he quickly looks away with a resigned sigh…

“I commissioned that portrait on the day of our engagement,” he begins to explain. “I had been thinking about proposing to Gwendolyn for a month. We were strolling through ‘The Commons’… it was a beautiful day... truly beautiful. The sort of day the bards sing of. We passed a street artist along the waterfront… charcoal renderings for two silver… an excellent likeness… he was really quite skilled… quite skilled…” he begins to drift off in reverie.

The sound of a tray being dropped in the tavern’s common area pulls Reggie back to the present. He looks up at everyone again before continuing, “as I watched him capture her likeness on parchment… so beautiful… so beautiful… as I watched, I decided that she should, indeed, be my wife. I dropped down on bended knee before this portrait was even completed… yes… I like to think that that extra sparkle in her eye is… is… it is no matter.” He looks down at the picture, and shakes his head with sadness.

“Her name is… was… is… I called her Gwendolyn… F. Gwendolyn Winthrop is her name… family out of ‘The Isles’, I believe she said. She departed to tell them about our engagement, and now I have neither seen nor heard from her for a fortnight.” He looks up, squaring his shoulders & making eye contact with a visible, physical effort.

He taps the ring depicted on the woman’s left finger, “I need that ring back.”

[sblock=Morvannon]As Reggie tosses the packet onto the table you get a good look at the heraldry depicted on his signet ring. It is the VonGravin family crest.[/sblock]

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

Mikara stifles a laugh before the expression even begins to pull at the muscles of her mouth. Instead cracks and almost menacing smile, and says to herself

"The brokenhearted boy his love would find,
though not the maid, the ring he would retrieve.
These priorities entertain. I'm signed!
This biting farce compells me not to leave."

Mikara walks to the table where the drinks are set, and retrieves a mug of ale. Crossing to where the contracts lie on the table, she picks one of them up and reads it over.

[sblock=Insight and Perception Checks]

Insight: 1d20+3 → [6,3] = (9) View Roll
Perception: 1d20+10 → [17,10] = (27) Veiw Roll

Mikara is looking for underhanded language or legal loopholes (in either her favor or that of her host) in the contract. Let me know if she sees anything.[/sblock]