Drusilia Nailo
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I'm just glad that Dru didn't go with her first inclination, which was to try to burn down the ship. Imagine... with all of that gunpowder. Wheeee!!!
drnuncheon's Freeport Story Hour - Book II: Inheritance
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DiFier
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I think between Dru and Ellerand there were 10 flasks of alchmists fire
While Ellerand was hidding under the boat on the ships deck he was seriously debating just dropping a few flasks and running like hell. especially after all the ships defenders started comming out on deck.
While Ellerand was hidding under the boat on the ships deck he was seriously debating just dropping a few flasks and running like hell. especially after all the ships defenders started comming out on deck.
drnuncheon
Explorer
Session Eight, Part Two: A Daring Rescue
Dru's eyes narrowed, and she leaned across the pawnbroker's counter. Her voice was quiet, but that did nothing to disguise the menace. "What do you mean, 'I already paid'?"
The elf's eyes widened, and he took an involuntary step back. "Just like normal, I swear to the gods! Ivellimor came and collected this morning..."
"Ivellimor's been missing for four days."
"He...he came in and collected, just like usual..."
Again with the damned shape-changing magic, Dru thought. "Until further notice, you are not to pay Ivellimor. If he comes back, contact us immediately." She looked at the sweat beading on the shopkeeper's brow, and added: "You made an honest attempt. I'll make sure Papa knows." She gave the pawbroker time to relax, and then asked, "Was there anything unusual about Ivellimor's behavior?"
"Well, he seemed...distant. Like he had a lot on his mind. He didn't ask about the wife or anything."
It was the same story, all down the line. Every one of the businesses on Ivellimor's route had already paid the impostor. That's one more, Ulric, she thought. When the time comes to collect from your hide, I am going to enjoy it.
A shadow fell across Di'Fier's desk, and he looked up to see the mountainous form of Quooral standing before him.
"s'noon, sir," the genasi told him. "Jemis isn't back yet."
Di'Fier frowned, following the giant man out to where the rest of the Special Crimes Unit waited. Glunnyn was trying to wipe a sooty residue from his face and hands, Ashrem perched in a window seat, studying the fletching on an arrow, and Katya paced nervously. As Di'Fier entered, she turned to him.
"I think we should try to find him, sir," she said without preamble. "Something must have gone wrong."
Di'Fier considered. "I suppose there's no harm in taking a look, at any rate. Glunnyn, did you happen to prepare your locating spell today? If you were able to use that to find Captain Donnach, we might be able to use it for Jemis as well."
The gnome's head bobbed once. "Yes, but I will have to get reasonably close to him. Beyond a certain point the sub-etheric vibrational signature is obscured by the - yes, I know. 'Thank you, Glunnyn.'"
Glunnyn pointed. "If my triangulation is correct, the clothing he was wearing is in that building."
Ashrem smirked. "Hopefully he's still wearing them. Otherwise, if we do find him, he's likely to be rather upset with us..."
As they crept forward, Di'Fier poked his head around a corner. A thuggish man leaned against the building - probably a guard.
He never knew just what it was that drew the guard's attention, but the head swiveled and looked directly at him. Even as the man's hand went to the sword hilt at his side, Di'Fier was in motion.
"Glunnyn! Find out what's inside!" The syllables of the haste spell tripped from his tongue, and he felt the world slow around him. The guard's sword crept from its sheath, inch by inch, as Di'Fier launched himself across the intervening space, his own blade blurring from its scabbard - but before the guard could react, he was past, and flinging open the door.
The enormous half-orc turned to face Di'Fier and gave him a toothy grin. With a gutteral word, he summoned a disc of shimmering force to stand in front of him, then pulled his axes from his belt and advanced.
Behind him, Di'Fier could hear his teammates rushing to support him. With a step back, he summoned a sphere of flames that settled behind the half-orc, scorching his clothes and flesh. He whirled his blade around, but between the shield and the cramped space of the doorway there was little he could do. The axes met the same difficulty, slamming into the doorframe hard enough to make the building shudder.
Glunnyn's voice whispered to him: There's two more in the inner room, and another doorway - that must be where Jemis is. Katya's going in through the window.
Di'Fier stepped back, dodging a well-aimed axe blow, and flung one hand forward with an arcane shout. The blast of force slammed into the half-orc, ignoring his shield and knocking him to the floor. Di'Fier reversed his blade and stepped forward, stabbing downward.
The protections of Fate swirled about Katya as she smashed her fist through the boarded-over window and ripped the wood from the frame. Diving through the gap, she found herself next to Jemis - bound and beaten, tied to a chair. Across the room, by the door, stood a haughty woman with waves of midnight black hair, whose face twisted into a snarl as the priestess entered. She raised a hand, spoke a word, and the room went black.
Katya could hear the boards being ripped from another window, and Ashrem's startled curse as the blackness washed out over him - but her attention was on the woman. She murmured a prayer to her god: "May my blows find where she is fated to be" - and then let the magic take her where it would.
She could hear the woman chanting the words to a spell - Good, keep it up...now I know where to find you. Ste stepped forward, spun - her foot lashing out of its own volition, slamming into soft flesh and propelling it backwards to the sound of a stream of vitriolic curses in some unknown tongue.
She heard the door to the room burst open.
The sound of something metal rebounding from the wall.
A muffled cry and the clatter of wood as Jemis' chair overturned.
And then she was leaping for the window as unseen flames blossomed in the darkness.
Dru's eyes narrowed, and she leaned across the pawnbroker's counter. Her voice was quiet, but that did nothing to disguise the menace. "What do you mean, 'I already paid'?"
The elf's eyes widened, and he took an involuntary step back. "Just like normal, I swear to the gods! Ivellimor came and collected this morning..."
"Ivellimor's been missing for four days."
"He...he came in and collected, just like usual..."
Again with the damned shape-changing magic, Dru thought. "Until further notice, you are not to pay Ivellimor. If he comes back, contact us immediately." She looked at the sweat beading on the shopkeeper's brow, and added: "You made an honest attempt. I'll make sure Papa knows." She gave the pawbroker time to relax, and then asked, "Was there anything unusual about Ivellimor's behavior?"
"Well, he seemed...distant. Like he had a lot on his mind. He didn't ask about the wife or anything."
It was the same story, all down the line. Every one of the businesses on Ivellimor's route had already paid the impostor. That's one more, Ulric, she thought. When the time comes to collect from your hide, I am going to enjoy it.
A shadow fell across Di'Fier's desk, and he looked up to see the mountainous form of Quooral standing before him.
"s'noon, sir," the genasi told him. "Jemis isn't back yet."
Di'Fier frowned, following the giant man out to where the rest of the Special Crimes Unit waited. Glunnyn was trying to wipe a sooty residue from his face and hands, Ashrem perched in a window seat, studying the fletching on an arrow, and Katya paced nervously. As Di'Fier entered, she turned to him.
"I think we should try to find him, sir," she said without preamble. "Something must have gone wrong."
Di'Fier considered. "I suppose there's no harm in taking a look, at any rate. Glunnyn, did you happen to prepare your locating spell today? If you were able to use that to find Captain Donnach, we might be able to use it for Jemis as well."
The gnome's head bobbed once. "Yes, but I will have to get reasonably close to him. Beyond a certain point the sub-etheric vibrational signature is obscured by the - yes, I know. 'Thank you, Glunnyn.'"
Glunnyn pointed. "If my triangulation is correct, the clothing he was wearing is in that building."
Ashrem smirked. "Hopefully he's still wearing them. Otherwise, if we do find him, he's likely to be rather upset with us..."
As they crept forward, Di'Fier poked his head around a corner. A thuggish man leaned against the building - probably a guard.
He never knew just what it was that drew the guard's attention, but the head swiveled and looked directly at him. Even as the man's hand went to the sword hilt at his side, Di'Fier was in motion.
"Glunnyn! Find out what's inside!" The syllables of the haste spell tripped from his tongue, and he felt the world slow around him. The guard's sword crept from its sheath, inch by inch, as Di'Fier launched himself across the intervening space, his own blade blurring from its scabbard - but before the guard could react, he was past, and flinging open the door.
The enormous half-orc turned to face Di'Fier and gave him a toothy grin. With a gutteral word, he summoned a disc of shimmering force to stand in front of him, then pulled his axes from his belt and advanced.
Behind him, Di'Fier could hear his teammates rushing to support him. With a step back, he summoned a sphere of flames that settled behind the half-orc, scorching his clothes and flesh. He whirled his blade around, but between the shield and the cramped space of the doorway there was little he could do. The axes met the same difficulty, slamming into the doorframe hard enough to make the building shudder.
Glunnyn's voice whispered to him: There's two more in the inner room, and another doorway - that must be where Jemis is. Katya's going in through the window.
Di'Fier stepped back, dodging a well-aimed axe blow, and flung one hand forward with an arcane shout. The blast of force slammed into the half-orc, ignoring his shield and knocking him to the floor. Di'Fier reversed his blade and stepped forward, stabbing downward.
The protections of Fate swirled about Katya as she smashed her fist through the boarded-over window and ripped the wood from the frame. Diving through the gap, she found herself next to Jemis - bound and beaten, tied to a chair. Across the room, by the door, stood a haughty woman with waves of midnight black hair, whose face twisted into a snarl as the priestess entered. She raised a hand, spoke a word, and the room went black.
Katya could hear the boards being ripped from another window, and Ashrem's startled curse as the blackness washed out over him - but her attention was on the woman. She murmured a prayer to her god: "May my blows find where she is fated to be" - and then let the magic take her where it would.
She could hear the woman chanting the words to a spell - Good, keep it up...now I know where to find you. Ste stepped forward, spun - her foot lashing out of its own volition, slamming into soft flesh and propelling it backwards to the sound of a stream of vitriolic curses in some unknown tongue.
She heard the door to the room burst open.
The sound of something metal rebounding from the wall.
A muffled cry and the clatter of wood as Jemis' chair overturned.
And then she was leaping for the window as unseen flames blossomed in the darkness.
Jon Potter
First Post
I had wondered when we were going to get to see the rest of the SCU in action.
And now here they are getting their behinds handed to them.
Bad, DM! Bad!
And now here they are getting their behinds handed to them.
Bad, DM! Bad!
Thorntangle
First Post
Great update!
Gawd I hate the Darkness spells. On behalf of the Player's Union, I vote that we abolish it henceforth. Poor Jemis, alone in the fiery darkness.
Gawd I hate the Darkness spells. On behalf of the Player's Union, I vote that we abolish it henceforth. Poor Jemis, alone in the fiery darkness.
drnuncheon
Explorer
Thorntangle said:
Hey, Katya was in there with him too!
The worst part about the darkness - and this had been bugging Di'Fier to no end, because he made a Spellcraft roll and deterimed it was not a normal darkness spell - was that the woman who created it could apparently see through it just fine! (blacklight, from the FRCS, for those keeping score at home.)
On the other hand, she is no longer around to trouble them...but I'm getting ahead of myself again.
As for why you don't see as much of the rest of the SCU - that's because I have my hands full with the opposition! Besides, I hate to take the limelight away from the players - there's stuff going on in there that didn't make it into the Story Hour, because neither Di'Fier nor Katya were there. (Quooral, for example, made short work of the guard that Di'Fier bypassed, and I believe that Ashrem accounted for one or two as well.)
J
DiFier
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Thorntangle said:
I second that
This was long ago (well about a week or so game time) when dru and Di'Fier (both still members of the watch) found the murdered elven seamstress. Di'fier didn't know what the spell was but he knew it was special, he suspected that the caster was able to see through the darkness but wasn't sure.
Drusilia Nailo
First Post
Abolish darkness spells... I agree! I have never seen it used, by DM or player, in a way that didn't annoy me to no end. 
It's enough to make me want to use up a feat slot for 'Blind Fight.' Heh.
It's enough to make me want to use up a feat slot for 'Blind Fight.' Heh.
