[4e] The Wolfcrown, Chapter 1
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DistractingFlare
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Captain Scultone appears before you in the hallway. He glances awkwardly around, as if he didn't expect to find you in this area.
"Done with the prisoner for now?"
The Captain cracks a toothy smile.
"Good. I'm going to close up the dungeon for the night. Get some food. I've had some cots prepared in the King's old bedroom."
When you arrive in Lord Hood's bedroom, you are bombarded by memories of your battle with Crag Claymore and your hurried attempt at escape.
You perhaps take a moment to investigate the room, but it has since been scrubbed of any evidence regarding the microcosmic battles that have occurred here. You lay down to sleep.
Your dreams are macabre, somber visions in which you all stand together in front of a high table. At the table sit four figures. Each wears a hooded cloak that shadows its face. The fourth figure seems to sit slightly away from the rest of its companions. The third figure, in a quavering, bodiless voice, addresses you in a metered rhyme.
"If it is knowledge that you seek,
Then it is I, with whom you speak.
From Ayur's lips, you hear the truth,
But how useful is the truth, sans proof?
The Four are mighty, brave, and wise,
And in this solemn world, we thrive.
Four are we and Five are you.
Will you survive Munsu's painful ruse?
I think you may, and Adele says yes.
Blackmoor waits to place his bet.
Munsu laughs, his dagger falls -
At random, landing on five more thralls."
The dream dissolves, and you wake up at the crack of dawn.
"Done with the prisoner for now?"
The Captain cracks a toothy smile.
"Good. I'm going to close up the dungeon for the night. Get some food. I've had some cots prepared in the King's old bedroom."
When you arrive in Lord Hood's bedroom, you are bombarded by memories of your battle with Crag Claymore and your hurried attempt at escape.
You perhaps take a moment to investigate the room, but it has since been scrubbed of any evidence regarding the microcosmic battles that have occurred here. You lay down to sleep.
Your dreams are macabre, somber visions in which you all stand together in front of a high table. At the table sit four figures. Each wears a hooded cloak that shadows its face. The fourth figure seems to sit slightly away from the rest of its companions. The third figure, in a quavering, bodiless voice, addresses you in a metered rhyme.
"If it is knowledge that you seek,
Then it is I, with whom you speak.
From Ayur's lips, you hear the truth,
But how useful is the truth, sans proof?
The Four are mighty, brave, and wise,
And in this solemn world, we thrive.
Four are we and Five are you.
Will you survive Munsu's painful ruse?
I think you may, and Adele says yes.
Blackmoor waits to place his bet.
Munsu laughs, his dagger falls -
At random, landing on five more thralls."
The dream dissolves, and you wake up at the crack of dawn.
Rathan
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Doren awakes only to sit up slowly as he rubs his eyes.... the dark circles under then showing those about him yet another restless night with little sleep. Doren sighed and was completely not aware if anyone else had the dream he has with what little sleep he did get this night. Grabbing his holy symbol he ran long, dirty, and rough fingers over the smoothed formed piece of silver formed into the shape of Blackmoors main symbol as he looks deeply into it before speaking...
"If you're yet to cast your bet my patron, Blackmoor, you might as well place it on me. Whatever this little ruse is... I will come out on top as long as I have my faith in you.." Doren said as he raised to wash his scruffy face in the wash basin near his cot.
"If you're yet to cast your bet my patron, Blackmoor, you might as well place it on me. Whatever this little ruse is... I will come out on top as long as I have my faith in you.." Doren said as he raised to wash his scruffy face in the wash basin near his cot.
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Torath wakes from the dream just as Munsu's dagger was about to pierce his chest. He sits up in his cot sweat tickling down his brow.
And Five are you? he thinks to himself. The others? They must have been in The Four's presence also.
He sees the others rousing from their cots and Doren over by the wash basin.
"So they think we are thralls," he says to everyone. "Well, a thrall I maybe but a free man I am first."
Torath goes into a quiet brooding as he dons his armor and gets ready for what may lay ahead.
And Five are you? he thinks to himself. The others? They must have been in The Four's presence also.
He sees the others rousing from their cots and Doren over by the wash basin.
"So they think we are thralls," he says to everyone. "Well, a thrall I maybe but a free man I am first."
Torath goes into a quiet brooding as he dons his armor and gets ready for what may lay ahead.
Phaezen
Adventurer
Squeal stands, looking around remembering the dream of the night before. The warforged is uncertain it has never had a dream before or, at least, does not remember dreaming.
"What do the Four want with this one and it's companions?" Squeal mutters to itself as it moves towards the door, "This one has never been without a master, but has always known who it's master was. Now it is uncertain."
"What do the Four want with this one and it's companions?" Squeal mutters to itself as it moves towards the door, "This one has never been without a master, but has always known who it's master was. Now it is uncertain."
Thorn opened her mouth and sucked in a gasp...then held it for a moment. Silently she looked around her room, then slowly let the breath out.
Bloody, bleeding prophecies. Bloody gods.
All too often the epithet was literally true too. Just ask the once and former king, now a corpse like any commoner would leave to serve the machinations of a god that had once swindled an entire race into genocide.
What chance did they have against the 'ruse' of a god like that?
Just guard against assumptions...every con works by turning your unspoken assumptions against you. Keep your mind open, and maybe you can spot it before its too late.
As Thorn got dressed and went down to see if she could scrounge up some breakfast, she felt that was a thin shield indeed...but it was all she had.
Bloody, bleeding prophecies. Bloody gods.
All too often the epithet was literally true too. Just ask the once and former king, now a corpse like any commoner would leave to serve the machinations of a god that had once swindled an entire race into genocide.
What chance did they have against the 'ruse' of a god like that?
Just guard against assumptions...every con works by turning your unspoken assumptions against you. Keep your mind open, and maybe you can spot it before its too late.
As Thorn got dressed and went down to see if she could scrounge up some breakfast, she felt that was a thin shield indeed...but it was all she had.
Rathan
First Post
After washing Doren makes his way down himself for a bite to eat after washing a bit in the basin. As they all find something to eat, all trickling down to the mess hall one at a time he moved to sit with Thorn and chewed and swallowed his food for a good long time silently. Before long though he spoke as he stared into his plate of oatmeal and bread.
"Promise me something my fellow knights, my brothers and sister. No matter what happens with this.... 'ruse'... no one gets left behind. We all succeed, or we all die trying." the priest said softly as he looked up to each of them as he remember what happened to Thomas. I will not have another Thomas, we all see this to the end no matter what end this might be." Doren added then went back to eating silently...
"Promise me something my fellow knights, my brothers and sister. No matter what happens with this.... 'ruse'... no one gets left behind. We all succeed, or we all die trying." the priest said softly as he looked up to each of them as he remember what happened to Thomas. I will not have another Thomas, we all see this to the end no matter what end this might be." Doren added then went back to eating silently...
industrygothica
Adventurer
Baern garbles unintelligibly as he shovels in his breakfast, offering little insight into the dreams of the night before.
DistractingFlare
First Post
At the mess hall, Captain Scultone approaches you warily. He edges toward your table and leans in to whisper.
"I heard a couple of rumors you might want to look into. Word on the street is that your trial is going to resume soon. We still don't know who killed the king. Don't forget that you haven't been acquitted yet."
He pauses to salute a passing soldier, then turns back to you.
"One of my men came to me last night. He told me he's got some information about your old friend Thomas, as well. The soldier's name is Sergeant Hedge. You can find him on the east rampart of the city if you want. Otherwise, keep your eyes peeled for news."
Without further dialoguing, the Captain turns and marches off, addressing the soldier he had saluted a moment before.
"Major Cleese, good morning!"
"I heard a couple of rumors you might want to look into. Word on the street is that your trial is going to resume soon. We still don't know who killed the king. Don't forget that you haven't been acquitted yet."
He pauses to salute a passing soldier, then turns back to you.
"One of my men came to me last night. He told me he's got some information about your old friend Thomas, as well. The soldier's name is Sergeant Hedge. You can find him on the east rampart of the city if you want. Otherwise, keep your eyes peeled for news."
Without further dialoguing, the Captain turns and marches off, addressing the soldier he had saluted a moment before.
"Major Cleese, good morning!"
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