Dark Days in Sion - Act 3: Scene 1
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Tellerian Hawke
Defender of Oerth
Billanverthorne: NEW FATE POOL Part 3 Act 1 Scene 1
Ok, folks, here we go:
Bill is a cat's whisker (1,550 xp) away from 5th level
He has a total of 2 Fate Points available at the start of this act.
Long Live Sion!
Ok, folks, here we go:
Bill is a cat's whisker (1,550 xp) away from 5th level
He has a total of 2 Fate Points available at the start of this act.Long Live Sion!
Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Svexyn - Dragon Shaman 4
[sblock=Fate Pool Roll]Fangor77:20D20 → 256(14 +6 +19 +17 +11 +5 +18 +3 +15 +18 +19 +20 +20 +18 +13 +3 +8 +7 +14 +8)#Fate Pool, 200 or more to be valid - Roll 3[/sblock] ~They say many things about death... life passing before your eyes... regrets... bright lights and long tunnels... But they don't tell you that you feel everything... the pain.. the burning flesh.. your mind grasping to hold on... It's more like being paralyzed while being dissected from the inside out... yet voices are nearby...~
Svexyn cannot make out anything, as his wounds have not healed enough to bring him back to consciousness. Instead, his mind drifts, wandering the unknown. Memories take hold, as what passes for a few seconds in time seem like an eternity to him.
~Qiang had handed over the coin with reverence. Something about the way he looked at you seemed to hint that this was something more than just a simple trinket. As it was handed to you, you instinctively turned it over, viewing both sides. It was simple, but held an even larger secret than could be known. Qiang had tasked you with keeping it safe at all times, and when the time came, it would be used for its purpose. You recall that ancient Caishian coin and the marking you made on it.
You also remember the sound it made when spun on the floor of your room; always landing face down. The sound of the coin spinning was familiar, as you now realize that is the sound that fills your mind. As the familiar spinning overtakes your mind, the sound changes. Will it land face down, or face up...~
[sblock=Svexyn Status]-1/46HP, No Weapons, Unconscious[/sblock]
[sblock=Fate Pool Roll]Fangor77:20D20 → 256(14 +6 +19 +17 +11 +5 +18 +3 +15 +18 +19 +20 +20 +18 +13 +3 +8 +7 +14 +8)#Fate Pool, 200 or more to be valid - Roll 3[/sblock] ~They say many things about death... life passing before your eyes... regrets... bright lights and long tunnels... But they don't tell you that you feel everything... the pain.. the burning flesh.. your mind grasping to hold on... It's more like being paralyzed while being dissected from the inside out... yet voices are nearby...~
Svexyn cannot make out anything, as his wounds have not healed enough to bring him back to consciousness. Instead, his mind drifts, wandering the unknown. Memories take hold, as what passes for a few seconds in time seem like an eternity to him.
~Qiang had handed over the coin with reverence. Something about the way he looked at you seemed to hint that this was something more than just a simple trinket. As it was handed to you, you instinctively turned it over, viewing both sides. It was simple, but held an even larger secret than could be known. Qiang had tasked you with keeping it safe at all times, and when the time came, it would be used for its purpose. You recall that ancient Caishian coin and the marking you made on it.
You also remember the sound it made when spun on the floor of your room; always landing face down. The sound of the coin spinning was familiar, as you now realize that is the sound that fills your mind. As the familiar spinning overtakes your mind, the sound changes. Will it land face down, or face up...~
[sblock=Svexyn Status]-1/46HP, No Weapons, Unconscious[/sblock]
narayan
Explorer
Aust Thale
The dwarves look at each other with something akin to amusement and barely withheld judgement.
Sundered Dwarf 2: "We'll do that... but if we don't find him, we'll come back looking for you."
He says with a not-so-veiled threat. Together, the pair turn and make their way back into the alleys. As they walk away you overhear the bear-voiced one make a comment.
Sundered Dwarf 1: -Snorts- "What a weak elf."
Sundered Dwarf 2: -Chuckles- "Is there any other kind?"
[Aust: What do you do?]
The dwarves look at each other with something akin to amusement and barely withheld judgement.
Sundered Dwarf 2: "We'll do that... but if we don't find him, we'll come back looking for you."
He says with a not-so-veiled threat. Together, the pair turn and make their way back into the alleys. As they walk away you overhear the bear-voiced one make a comment.
Sundered Dwarf 1: -Snorts- "What a weak elf."
Sundered Dwarf 2: -Chuckles- "Is there any other kind?"
[Aust: What do you do?]
narayan
Explorer
Avar, Billanverthorne, Burrai, Elloral, Jabbar
Avar: -Speaks to Burrai- "What was that all about with Kong? Nothing you couldn't handle I trust?" He asks, remarking on the black stain across his face.
[sblock="Avar Physical Description"] This dwarf looks like he’s rarely ever slept on a bed… his bearskin cloak is deeply soiled and unkempt, matching his own hair and beard grown wild and untrimmed, so black they look almost tinged with blue. Standing 4’-10" he has the height of a hill dwarf with a warriors build, but his skin is unusually pale.
His garments are made from animal skins. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. He carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe tucked into his waistband. Over his upper body, his leather tunic is pulled open partway where it’s normally cinched tight, revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links?
You glimpse more tattoo’s of chain-links around his forearms where the tunic pulls up as he stretches. He looks to be barely an adult by dwarven standards, but there’s enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself.[/sblock]
Elloral: "Forget Kong!" She interjects with venom. "He was wise to retreat and I made a promise to see he's dealt with. What I have an issue with is how long we had to wait for you to return..." She remarks to Avar. "We can't afford to sit around and expose ourselves like that, we have enemies everywhere."
Avar: "You aren't the only ones. We had a little skirmish of our own getting back inside the walls." He says, gesturing to Billanverthorne and Jabbar.
Jabbar: Holds up his hand, calling for calm. "Let's hear a reason for this meeting before we decide if it's necessary or not?" He asks, looking to Burrai for an answer.
[sblock="Jabbar Physical Description"] Jabbar is likely in his late forties, thin, yet still evidently fit and strong. His face is well-weathered by the sun with a short-cropped beard and grey hair. You note a pale scar across his jaw and cheekbone that carries on down the side of his neck and likely across his shoulder and back currently hidden by a tunic. By the look of it the scar isn’t very old, perhaps a year or two at most? His eyes are clever and confident yet also dark with the hint of cruelty.[/sblock]
[Billanverthorne, Burrai: What do you do?]
Burrai said:
Avar: -Speaks to Burrai- "What was that all about with Kong? Nothing you couldn't handle I trust?" He asks, remarking on the black stain across his face.
[sblock="Avar Physical Description"] This dwarf looks like he’s rarely ever slept on a bed… his bearskin cloak is deeply soiled and unkempt, matching his own hair and beard grown wild and untrimmed, so black they look almost tinged with blue. Standing 4’-10" he has the height of a hill dwarf with a warriors build, but his skin is unusually pale.
His garments are made from animal skins. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. He carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe tucked into his waistband. Over his upper body, his leather tunic is pulled open partway where it’s normally cinched tight, revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links?
You glimpse more tattoo’s of chain-links around his forearms where the tunic pulls up as he stretches. He looks to be barely an adult by dwarven standards, but there’s enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself.[/sblock]
Elloral: "Forget Kong!" She interjects with venom. "He was wise to retreat and I made a promise to see he's dealt with. What I have an issue with is how long we had to wait for you to return..." She remarks to Avar. "We can't afford to sit around and expose ourselves like that, we have enemies everywhere."
Avar: "You aren't the only ones. We had a little skirmish of our own getting back inside the walls." He says, gesturing to Billanverthorne and Jabbar.
Jabbar: Holds up his hand, calling for calm. "Let's hear a reason for this meeting before we decide if it's necessary or not?" He asks, looking to Burrai for an answer.
[sblock="Jabbar Physical Description"] Jabbar is likely in his late forties, thin, yet still evidently fit and strong. His face is well-weathered by the sun with a short-cropped beard and grey hair. You note a pale scar across his jaw and cheekbone that carries on down the side of his neck and likely across his shoulder and back currently hidden by a tunic. By the look of it the scar isn’t very old, perhaps a year or two at most? His eyes are clever and confident yet also dark with the hint of cruelty.[/sblock]
[Billanverthorne, Burrai: What do you do?]
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thisthingcantbedeleted
Explorer
Ersun quickly follows Ren's note on the guards with his attention, although he still feels a little slow. There is so much new to process and filter out in this new environment, its hard to know where to put his focus sometimes. He can't help but feel somewhat flustered by it. He likes to think himself steadfast, yet he is out of his zone of comfort, he must foster caution, yet balance it not to sway into timidity.
He nods to Ren and whispers:
"I see. I will be careful." and with that follows him. He is somewhat nervous about having to sneak around, as even though his kind is renowned for its camouflage, he's never been one to exercise their sneaking prowess. There are so many things do to, and it is a hassle... but he stops himself form making excuses. Whatever he thinks, the fact is it would be most useful to be adept at it in this situation.
Nevertheless he quietly follows Ren in the darkness.
[Wisdom check: 12; -2 on further attentive checks here]
[Hide check: 25]
[Move silently check: 20]
He nods to Ren and whispers:
"I see. I will be careful." and with that follows him. He is somewhat nervous about having to sneak around, as even though his kind is renowned for its camouflage, he's never been one to exercise their sneaking prowess. There are so many things do to, and it is a hassle... but he stops himself form making excuses. Whatever he thinks, the fact is it would be most useful to be adept at it in this situation.
Nevertheless he quietly follows Ren in the darkness.
[Wisdom check: 12; -2 on further attentive checks here]
[Hide check: 25]
[Move silently check: 20]
Tellerian Hawke
Defender of Oerth
Billanverthorne Bets His Life On Burrai
Although Jabbar is looking to Burrai for an answer, it is Bill who responds: "Jabbar, if I may be so bold, and with all due respect, my gut tells me we can trust Burrai, the same way it told me that I could trust you and Avar. Judging by the way Kong and his men came at these two with such force, I'd say that someone wants to silence them, permanently. And in my experience, the people you want to avoid are the people who would stoop to using hired assassins. Conversely, the people you want on your side are usually the ones who are the assassins' target. We can trust him, I'd bet my life on it; in fact, after the pasting I just gave Kong, I have already done so. I'm sure he'll come looking for me. He'll want revenge on the one who flayed the skin from the top of his head, and nearly put his eye out." Bill smiles a becoming smile, glancing around to see everyone's reaction to his words.
~Ok, Burrai, the initiative is now yours. Say something that will prove your nobility and worthiness to Jabbar; I have opened the door for you, please don't make me look foolish by slamming it in my face.~
Although Jabbar is looking to Burrai for an answer, it is Bill who responds: "Jabbar, if I may be so bold, and with all due respect, my gut tells me we can trust Burrai, the same way it told me that I could trust you and Avar. Judging by the way Kong and his men came at these two with such force, I'd say that someone wants to silence them, permanently. And in my experience, the people you want to avoid are the people who would stoop to using hired assassins. Conversely, the people you want on your side are usually the ones who are the assassins' target. We can trust him, I'd bet my life on it; in fact, after the pasting I just gave Kong, I have already done so. I'm sure he'll come looking for me. He'll want revenge on the one who flayed the skin from the top of his head, and nearly put his eye out." Bill smiles a becoming smile, glancing around to see everyone's reaction to his words.
~Ok, Burrai, the initiative is now yours. Say something that will prove your nobility and worthiness to Jabbar; I have opened the door for you, please don't make me look foolish by slamming it in my face.~
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narayan
Explorer
Aletia, Rhea
Her expression softens as she infers the dark news you speak of. She is pained... but not as much as you.
Rhea: "You are mistaken. It is my father Vallio befriended, not I..." She swallows "This news will go hard on him. I was going to ask you about Vallio's whereabouts since you brought his horse along with yours. I assumed he must be nearby, but there was a possibility you had stolen it and I intended to learn the truth..." She frowns. "...I apologize."
She pauses, eyes unfocused in thought. You get the impression she is pondering what to do, and only reluctantly asks the following.
"I must ask you to share this news with him as gently as you can. He is in poor health, but it would be impossible to keep such a thing secret."
[Aletia: What do you do?]
Aletia said:
Her expression softens as she infers the dark news you speak of. She is pained... but not as much as you.
Rhea: "You are mistaken. It is my father Vallio befriended, not I..." She swallows "This news will go hard on him. I was going to ask you about Vallio's whereabouts since you brought his horse along with yours. I assumed he must be nearby, but there was a possibility you had stolen it and I intended to learn the truth..." She frowns. "...I apologize."
She pauses, eyes unfocused in thought. You get the impression she is pondering what to do, and only reluctantly asks the following.
"I must ask you to share this news with him as gently as you can. He is in poor health, but it would be impossible to keep such a thing secret."
[Aletia: What do you do?]
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97mg
Explorer
Aletia: Sharing the pain
So it wasn't entirely her place after all. Of course there would be more than one by the Burlock name. Aletia was somewhat relieved at the news. Vallio's trust and faith was held in another, older, wiser and less trumped-up soul, or so she hoped. None the less, her presumption and willingness to act before thinking left her feeling somewhat embarrassed. Yes, Aletia was bright and quick of mind, but her wisdom was somewhat lacking, and charm and a pretty face were never made to cut through situations such as this.
~There I go again, making a fool of myself. It's time to grow up Aletia. Snap out of it! Tis time for dignity and grace.~
The young elf softly sighed and returned a more friendly expression as Rhea spoke. She looked up to her attentively, absorbing each and every word, and finding some comfort within the facts. They knew Vallio's mount by sight. That indicated that these folk must have spent substantial time with him in years gone by.
Aletia gently took Rhea's hand into her own, giving it a soft comforting squeeze, a symbol of understanding and means not to cause ill.
"Dear Rhea Burlock, it is I who apologize for causing you such concern and for not making myself, and this news known to you earlier. I am also most sorry to hear of your father's suffering."
~Even the seemingly most perfect ruby encrusted lives carry dark weight.~
"I am honored that you would let me speak with him and softly deliver this news. Vallio brought us here, into your foreign lands to meet him, and to complete this wish is something I deeply desire to do..."
She squeezed the woman's hand a little again.
"... together... if you wish? Let me know when your kind father, friend of Vallio, is ready to receive me, and I promise to treat this with the respect it deserves."
[sblock="Aletia Character Details"]
[TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD]
[/TD] [TD]ALETIA - Shining in the darkness
Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599
Level 4 Sorceress Init 3, HP Max: 22 Current: 22, Speed 30ft
AC 14, Touch 13, Flat-footed 11, Fort 3, Ref 4, Will 4, Base Attack Bonus 2
Longbow +5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows)
Longsword +2 to hit / D8 damage
Familiar Crez (Tiny silver viper) Init 3, HP Max: 11 Current: 11, Speed 15ft
AC 19, Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 4, Base Attack Bonus 2
Poisonous Bite +2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison)
Abilities: Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/sblock]
So it wasn't entirely her place after all. Of course there would be more than one by the Burlock name. Aletia was somewhat relieved at the news. Vallio's trust and faith was held in another, older, wiser and less trumped-up soul, or so she hoped. None the less, her presumption and willingness to act before thinking left her feeling somewhat embarrassed. Yes, Aletia was bright and quick of mind, but her wisdom was somewhat lacking, and charm and a pretty face were never made to cut through situations such as this.
~There I go again, making a fool of myself. It's time to grow up Aletia. Snap out of it! Tis time for dignity and grace.~
The young elf softly sighed and returned a more friendly expression as Rhea spoke. She looked up to her attentively, absorbing each and every word, and finding some comfort within the facts. They knew Vallio's mount by sight. That indicated that these folk must have spent substantial time with him in years gone by.
Aletia gently took Rhea's hand into her own, giving it a soft comforting squeeze, a symbol of understanding and means not to cause ill.
"Dear Rhea Burlock, it is I who apologize for causing you such concern and for not making myself, and this news known to you earlier. I am also most sorry to hear of your father's suffering."
~Even the seemingly most perfect ruby encrusted lives carry dark weight.~
"I am honored that you would let me speak with him and softly deliver this news. Vallio brought us here, into your foreign lands to meet him, and to complete this wish is something I deeply desire to do..."
She squeezed the woman's hand a little again.
"... together... if you wish? Let me know when your kind father, friend of Vallio, is ready to receive me, and I promise to treat this with the respect it deserves."
[sblock="Aletia Character Details"]
[TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD]
Sheet: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599
Level 4 Sorceress Init 3, HP Max: 22 Current: 22, Speed 30ft
AC 14, Touch 13, Flat-footed 11, Fort 3, Ref 4, Will 4, Base Attack Bonus 2
Longbow +5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows)
Longsword +2 to hit / D8 damage
Familiar Crez (Tiny silver viper) Init 3, HP Max: 11 Current: 11, Speed 15ft
AC 19, Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 4, Base Attack Bonus 2
Poisonous Bite +2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison)
Abilities: Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/sblock]
~So this is Jabbar~ Burrai thought, taking in the man. Despite the obvious signs of age, Burrai could see the strength still in his bones. Lean, like the sun had dried him out like tough leather. The scar was deep and long, not unlike his own, and Jabbar wore it with a similar acceptance. Yes, this was a man he could understand. As the elf finished his enthused endorsement of Burrai's character, he felt a smirk hitch up one side of his mouth. Youth: so brash and powerful.
"Reasonable arguments, lad." He said softly. "But try not to rely too much on the feelings in your guts - otherwise at some point, you'll be trying to stop a blade with them. But today isn't that day." He gave the elf a pat on the shoulder, as much in thanks for his arrows as his words.
Burrai made a show of looking around. "Jabbar. I don't know how much is safe to say out here, even though it appears clear. Elloral here has acquired an...artifact that is far darker than her pure noble soul should be carrying. This ambush our friend here was describing is the second attempt on our lives in a day, and Elloral is right that we've got enemies creeping out of every crack at the moment. I'm hoping you might be able to help us with a..." he considered the most prudent word to use that might dissemble should anyone overhear, but convey his need. "...an explanation as to it's origins and uses. So if you have somewhere we can do some private business, I'll pay a generous rate for your expertise."
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