D&D 5E 5e Halcyon Academy

[KahlessNestor]

Hercule Manor
Winter/Morning
Round 0

“It was...more exciting than anticipated,” Asherah said. She unconsciously rubbed her chest where she had been stabbed through. She figured small town gossip might have informed Lady Kerowyn of what had happened, or would soon enough.

Asherah gave the little girl pouting in the corner a smile and a wave of her tail in greeting.

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HP: 9/9+4 thp
AC: 13 (leather armor)/14 (dual wield)/15 (shield)
Unarmed: +4 3 B
Claws: +4 1d4+2 S
Flametongue Spear: +4 1d6/d8+2/P+1d6 fire 20/60
Coldtongue Flail: +4 1d8+2/B+1d6 cold

War Priest (2/2/LR)

Spells: +4; DC 12
Cantrips: Guidance, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st (3/3): (Divine Favor, Shield of Faith), Command, Cure Wounds, Healing Word
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Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[Greenmtn]

Zilvar smiles as he notices Quintens water trick. With a few movements of his fingers and a mumbled incantation the frown changes to a deep blue color, and then the smile to a nice bright yellow before Zilvar realizes that the yellow could be taken wrong and he quickly dispels his own cantrip, and decides it is best if he just sticks to business.

Turning his attention to the lady of the house he almost comments on a piece of jewelry that he notices but catches himself.
"Thank you for your hospitality. How may we be of assistance?"

 

[gargoyleking]

Grody dutifully follows Jordy into the mansion and moves to stand behind his chair as a servant would.
Due to his small stature, he basically disappears behind the furniture and doesn't come around the other side.

OOC: Not hiding, specifically, just want to scope the room out without being observed.

 

[tglassy]

The girl sees the antics, and it causes her to smile. Then giggle.

"We feel...rather embarrassed," Lady Hercule says. "It seems such as small thing, but it has severely cut in to our little town's economy, and the Headmaster did owe us a favor, and..."

"We have a bandit problem," Araque said. "They've been raiding our caravans, stealing our mined silver as we try to ship it out."

Lady Hercule freezes her smile on her face, "Thank you, Araque."

"Well, it's true," he says, pacing around the room. "We've got a town guard, and we hire men to guard our caravan, but apparently they keep getting bought off. We need this band dealt with. Pronto. I have to leave tomorrow to protect our interests in nearby cities."

The girl's giggles disappear. "But, Daddy! You said you'd take me on a picnic tomorrow!"

"Not now, Lysara," he said, not looking at her.

She stomps her foot. "No! You said you'd take me on a picnic!"

Lady Hercule holds her hand up, "Quiet!" Then quieter, she says, "Please." Both Araque and his daughter stop talking, though Lysara is now sniffling, though her expression is one of rage.

Lady Hercule turns to the group. "Forgive my family. It has been a stressful time. What my husband says is true. There are people who are causing trouble for our town. They have stayed to the mountain passes, raiding our caravans, but I fear they might start doing harm to our citizens before too long. If they are not stopped, we will have to abandon the mine, and this town will die. Is this something you can help with?"

All three turn to see your answer.

 

[jonathonhawke]

"How far away is the mine, and when is the next shipment?"

 

[KahlessNestor]

Hercule Manor
Winter/Morning
Round 0


“Of course we can help,” Asherah said. “It is just bandits. It should not be too difficult.” She gave the little girl a sympathetic look. “Perhaps we could have a picnic later. Though it is a bit cold out for a picnic.”


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HP: 9/9+4 thp
AC: 13 (leather armor)/14 (dual wield)/15 (shield)
Unarmed: +4 3 B
Claws: +4 1d4+2 S
Flametongue Spear: +4 1d6/d8+2/P+1d6 fire 20/60
Coldtongue Flail: +4 1d8+2/B+1d6 cold


War Priest (2/2/LR)


Spells: +4; DC 12
Cantrips: Guidance, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st (3/3): (Divine Favor, Shield of Faith), Command, Cure Wounds, Healing Word
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Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[tglassy]

“No,” the girl said to Asherah, the word drawn out like she thought Asherah said something stupid. “We have magic, duh. Everyone knows that.”

 

[Greenmtn]

Ziilvar Gnome Wizard

"Silver mine you say? Where are you selling the, oh never mind that now that is a talk for later." Zilvar seems to compose himself for a moment. He continues after a moment of thought.

"What makes you think the guards are being bought off and not just unable to catch the criminals? How high does this corruption go, do you have anyone in the guard you can trust? Maybe we could use what these guards know in order to help find these bandits and put and end to things."

OOC: Do we have any idea what the structure is in this area? Would this family be the ones in charge for law enforcement/in charge of the town or are they looking out for their bottom line? Is Zilvar getting the feeling that this is somethign where we are being asked to kill/run off bandits orbring them to justice?

 

[tglassy]

OOC: The town is not that big. In fact, the only reason there's a town is because of the mine, which is owned and operated by the Hercule family. The town built up around the mine, as workers moved there, then their families and shops and inns and everything that was needed to make a self sufficient town. As such, there isn't much in the way of government, beyond the Hercules. They employ what passes for a town guard, because if they didn't they would risk loosing their investment. As for what the Hercules are looking for, it would be all of the above. They are the only law around, and they are looking out for their bottom line, but that mine is also the only source of significant income to the town. Without it, everything else crumbles and the town will be a ghost town within months. So looking out for the bottom line isn't just greed, it's keeping these people fed.

"There are no bodies, for one," Araque says. "The wagons have to go through a pass in the mountain range. We find the wagons, empty, but no signs of an attack or of the guards. Just an empty wagon. So either they're being disintegrated, or they're being bought off. And since there are no piles of ash..."

 

[Azurewraith]

OOC: How is Mim getting on with those apples? Was hoping to scope out the place to before everyone leaves.

 

[Greenmtn]

Zilvar Gnome Wizard

"So... all of the guards and caravan workers are just going... missing..." Zilvar swallows hard.

Looking to his classmates "I guess this means we will be posing as caravan guards?" Zilvar seems uncomfortable with the idea of taking that risk but seems to be reluctantly accepting the idea.

 

[jonathonhawke]

Jordy pipes up, "Are you familiar with a man named Opsin?"

 

[MetaVoid]

"We cannot pose as guards, at least not all of us. If they have someone inside, the game will be up immediately. We could have the group trailing or leading the caravan. That way either we come to help...or meet with the trouble first." Quentin smiles, "I'm not stealrhy, but I fan pass for a guard."

 

[KahlessNestor]

Hercule Manor
Winter/Morning
Round 0

Asherah was a little taken aback by the little girl’s rudeness. But she covered it a bit with another smile. “Well, I am not from around here and don’t know your family, so I hope you will forgive me not knowing that,” she said to the little girl.

The tabaxi turned back to the conversation as it discussed posing as caravan guards and getting caught if they did.

“What if we disguise ourselves?” she asked. She put a finger up under her nose like a moustache. “Just zum mercenaries not from around ‘ere,” she said in a horrible accent.

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HP: 9/9+4 thp
AC: 13 (leather armor)/14 (dual wield)/15 (shield)
Unarmed: +4 3 B
Claws: +4 1d4+2 S
Flametongue Spear: +4 1d6/d8+2/P+1d6 fire 20/60
Coldtongue Flail: +4 1d8+2/B+1d6 cold

War Priest (2/2/LR)

Spells: +4; DC 12
Cantrips: Guidance, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st (3/3): (Divine Favor, Shield of Faith), Command, Cure Wounds, Healing Word
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Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[Greenmtn]

"You think so? I would think if the guards are going missing new faces would be a part of business as usual for who ever is behind this. This is the truely ugly side of business." Zilvar seems to be turning over the options in his head. Something changes in Zilvars face. He seems to be all business at this point, his classmates recognize this face, it's the one that takes him over when he thinks of home and the family business dealings.


"It's a good fit so far. A group of strangers come into town, from the Academy, to meet with Lady Hercule. This I'm sure hasn't gone unnoticed. We need to assume they know we are here and that we are in danger. I'm open to other ideas but the options I see are that we convince everyone we are hired guards, we convince everyone that the Academy or those buying the silver from the mine sent us to investigate the Hecule family, a possible new customer, or we are open about investigating who is behind this."

"I don't normally arrange contracts. If you have a way to magically or quickly and reliably send messages we could get a message to my brother and have him come to talk to you about a shipment of silver. Our Dwarven suppliers do not currently supply that metal. That could provide reason for us being here?"

 

[gargoyleking]

Grody thinks about the information for a moment and then makes a connection suddenly. "Like merchant in inn! Monster grab him and suddenly he dissapear!"

A moment of utter silence later, the kobold realized that he'd spoken aloud. He'd said it in his native Draconic language, but didn't know who, if anyone would understand him. Slowly, he peeked around the back of Jordy's chair to show his snout with it's blue tipped scales, the rest of his face still shadowed under the cover of his winter hood.

 

[tglassy]

The three Hercules stop and look at Jordy first, then Grody.

Araque's face goes red with barely controlled anger, while the Lady's face goes red with embarrassment as she looks away. The girl crosses her arms and looks away as well.

"Opsin was a merchant I had dealings with," Araque said, calmly. "I have recently stopped having dealings with him.

"As for you pretending to be guards, I can arrange that. Calling some Academy students to act as guards is a little much, but considering how we've been beset, it would be understandable. Though, they may not attack, knowing you are here."

When Zivar gives his suggestion, a hungry look comes into Araque's eyes, "Yes, we could certainly use another customer to ship to. Though, I have no way of contacting them now. Still, you could get word to them, and perhaps a new contract could be set up, to the benefit of us all."

"We aren't here about new contracts, Araque," his wife said. "After this is over, perhaps. But no new contracts will help until we've dealt with the problem."

"Yes, you're right," Araque said. "Make your plans, and inform me of what you need. I would prefer you get started by this afternoon. You may stay here and plan, and I will provide lunch."

OOC: Just let me know what you're final plan is, and we'll get started.

 

[Azurewraith]

OOC: Was hoping to skulk around the mansion after I resolved the apples

 

[Charwoman Gene]

"Pretending to be guards is the most straightforward option, and the one I would choose."

 

[gargoyleking]

Grody shrank back from that red hot glare and disappeared back behind the chair. He wondered if anyone had understood what he'd said. But he wasn't likely to find out at just this moment.