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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1024" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong>Danwick's Daughter</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>23 Alturiak, Year of Rogue Dragons (1373 DR) <em>"A Simple Job, Really" and/or "Just say,'Uncle' !" </em></strong></p><p></p><p>Aris and his company strode proudly through the streets of Alaghon. They had just left the Assembly of Stars where the genasi had finally won his "Unlawful Dispossession Suit" against the state of Turmish. Benito fascinated by the lawyers of the Temple had come along and beamed, certain that this help from his fellow priests was a great step in the coversion of Aris and the rest of the party. Ellysidell walked ever wary of attack. He scanned the rooftops and eyed shady passers-by. Grim tagged along as well. His motives: scoping the nobility of Alaghon for possible jobs....Nosr, well he had been grounded earlier that month for excesses. </p><p></p><p>Aris whistled to the tune of 7,500gp, most of which he had turned over to the shipwright's guild to finish paying for his new boat. The party was interrupted by a herald.</p><p> </p><p>"Hail, and well met! My master, Lord Danwick, desires to hire you to recover something dear to him." </p><p></p><p><em>As long as it is not too far or takes too long,</em> thought Benito. </p><p></p><p>But Aris, feeling heroic, proclaimed with hands on hips (and the breeze blowing his dark blue hair), "Lead on, miss. Take us to your Lord Danwick." </p><p></p><p>She led them down several streets towards the warehouse district to a non-descript one-story, office building. Grim watched their backs and Ellysidell again kept watch to the rooftops. The halfing turned back a couple of times, thinking that he saw someone following out of the corner of his eye, but all he spied were commoners and merchants dragging their way through slush and puddles of water on this damp and cold day. Inside the building, a man dressed in fine clothes, graying, probably in his mid to late fifties greeted them and shook their hands in a very polished and professional matter. He bid them to sit down. </p><p></p><p>"I have a simple job for you really. My daughter has been kidnapped and the thugs are asking for a ransom. I need bodyguards there to watch the exchange." </p><p></p><p>He handed them a letter. Some group, the Nightmare Syndicate, desired 50,000gp for the return of Danwick's daughter. </p><p></p><p>"I have raised 5,000gp and will throw in some costume jewelry to add some bulk. I would just like me daughter back. I will give you the gold or a townhouse in the city for your trouble." </p><p></p><p>(<strong>DM note & SPOILER WARNING: </strong> I used the adventure <em>Cradle of Madness </em> in <em>Dungeon #87</em> and of course changed worlds.) </p><p></p><p>Benito was about to ask for some more details, Aris chimed in, "We'll do it. I am feeling somewhat heroic." </p><p></p><p>"Good...well then the exchange takes place at midnight tonight north of town. I will meet you at my mansion near that time. I leave any prepartions to you." </p><p></p><p>"Wait a minute," the cleric got in, "Why us and why the urgency? What are you hiding?" </p><p></p><p>His ability to read people came in handy. "Well...er...you are professionals and come highly recommended." </p><p></p><p>"What else?" </p><p></p><p>"And my daughter is pregnant." </p><p></p><p>Benito raised and eyebrow and crossed his arms. Aris was scratching his head. </p><p></p><p>"How pregnant?" </p><p></p><p>"Very...," Danwick trailed off. </p><p></p><p>Aris chimed in, "Who told you about us?" </p><p></p><p>"Why, the enclave." </p><p></p><p>"Which one?" asked the genasi. </p><p></p><p>"The Thayvian one. What other Enclave is there?" </p><p></p><p>Aris gritted his teeth and looked to his other companions. Benito nodded his head and smiled. Of course! He did a lot of business with the Thayvians purchasing scrolls and the like. Now they returned the favor. <em>What nice people, even if they are bald</em>, he thought. </p><p></p><p>"We'll do it! We will rescue your daughter," said Benito with renewed enthusiasm. </p><p></p><p>Aris shrugged his shoulders. He had already given his word. A D'hib did not go back on his word. He nodded his head in agreement. With business-like handshakes, the party left to collect Nosr and any other necessary items for the "simple" job. </p><p>Aris was already planning for the worst, while Benito was introspective. </p><p></p><p>"Aha!" He blurted, "Now I remember. The Nightmare Syndicate is a fairy tale about well, evil fairies, used to scare childern." </p><p></p><p>"Why?...oh nevermind. I predict this will not go smoothly. Thank you for the information," Aris replied a little icily. </p><p></p><p>The company heard the tinkling of wind chimes, seemingly in their heads. </p><p></p><p>And then a <em> RUSH </em> of wind tore into them blowing commoners to the ground and turning over carts, knocking down horses and sending Grim flying some thirty feet. Benito and Aris were both knocked to the ground, while Ellysidell remained standing. In front of them, two people stood. One was a younger man with a great sword, a shaved head and a topknot of hair. The other, an older man clean shaven, with dishevled white hair, a purple scar or birthmark across his face and a metal hand that oozed with electric power. As the heroes tried to remove the grit from their eyes, they saw the younger man run up the side of the building to their left--apparently unaffected by the sudden and strong wind--and cover Grim, now in a heap of vegetables, with his sword. </p><p></p><p>"Stand down, little one. We are looking for Milo, the younger?" </p><p>The old man echoed a similar question to the other heroes, "Where is young Milo?" </p><p></p><p>Aris answered, "He is dead!" but remained prone, not wanting to fight against the wind or the stranger. </p><p></p><p>Benito forced himself to his feet and tried to draw Mano was was unable to do so. A ripple of air passed among the heroes and Aris and Benito felt a sudden explosion in their heads. Fortunately, it passed. Ellysidell was not so fortunate. The explosion continued and he dropped his axe and subsequently tumbled to the ground. Grim did not stay still but tried to get away from under the sword. He tried to tumble away. The stranger slashed and missed by a hair. Grim tried to move back towards the rest of his friends but the wind made for stiff resistance. The wall-walker struck again, and barely missed, again. </p><p></p><p>"Stand down, little one. I am purposely with-holding the full force of my blows, but you test my patience." </p><p></p><p>Grim gave him a look of contempt. </p><p></p><p>The white-haired man repeated, "Down, on the ground!" </p><p></p><p>Benito did not comply and was rewarded with a clenched fist shaken in his direction. He heard a boom and the ground beneath him turned to jelly as he was flung to the ground. </p><p>The rush of wind subsided, but Benito refused to give in shouting accusatory tones and threats the the man would be punished for his lawlessness. As he was trying to get up, he felt a rush of wind in his ears and felt the wind knocked from him. He hyperventilated for a few seconds gasping, "Milo was brave and valiant warrior...gasp He was our friend." </p><p></p><p>Fortunately, he continued to breath easier. Not so Grim, who continued his impertinence. "Reign in your child!" shouted the old man. </p><p></p><p>Grim felt a similar intake of air, but this time he was floored and could not breathe as if invisible hands clamped on his diaphragm. </p><p></p><p>"There must be some misunderstanding," said Aris from his prone position. "Milo was our adventuring companion. He fought and died bravely. Come let us discuss this over drinks at our inn. I will show you his grave." </p><p></p><p>The old man snorted and motioned to his warrior companion who once again stood ready to attack the subdued party. </p><p></p><p></p><p>"Release my friend," demanded Benito. </p><p>"He will be alright as long as he does not move," the metal-gauntleted man replied coldly. "Let us go to your inn. Grab your companions. I would hear this tale of my nephew." </p><p></p><p><em>Nephew! </em> mouthed the heroes.<em> No Wonder Milo left ! </em> thought Bentio and Grim to each other. </p><p></p><p>"No more insolence, halfling. I have not used anything lethal, yet. Do not tempt me?" </p><p></p><p>The halfling quieted his thoughts, crawling into a corner in his mind, intimidated by the psionic bully. A black gem on the older man's gauntlet glowed with inner power. </p><p></p><p>Humbly, the Heroes led Milo, the Elder and his warrior companion Variak to the Great Axe. There they were able to smooth things over and Milo senior was satisfied. He demanded that the body be exhumed. Aris ordered servant to do so (Milo's grave, along with that of EineKill Lutger was in the backyard of the inn). The elder Watcher took aside his companion and ordered him to continue Milo's watch over the spellfire wielder (Nosr). Then, Without any courtesy or grace and barely a goodbye (even to his warrior), Milo the Elder left. Variak was visibly less stressed. </p><p></p><p>Aris eyed the new warrior with mistrust. "You best prove yourself quickly. We have a job tonight. Milo was a true hero. You have big shoes to fill." </p><p></p><p>Benito nodded in agreement while Variak took stock of his new group. He twirled his sword for emphasis and stuck it in the ground. Removing his longbow and quiver from his back and examining his arrows he replied, "When do we go to work, boss?" </p><p></p><p>Aris smirked and thought, <em>Great manners in Raven's Bluff. I think I might like this fellow.</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 1024, member: 105"] [b]Danwick's Daughter[/b] [b]23 Alturiak, Year of Rogue Dragons (1373 DR) [i]"A Simple Job, Really" and/or "Just say,'Uncle' !" [/i][/b] Aris and his company strode proudly through the streets of Alaghon. They had just left the Assembly of Stars where the genasi had finally won his "Unlawful Dispossession Suit" against the state of Turmish. Benito fascinated by the lawyers of the Temple had come along and beamed, certain that this help from his fellow priests was a great step in the coversion of Aris and the rest of the party. Ellysidell walked ever wary of attack. He scanned the rooftops and eyed shady passers-by. Grim tagged along as well. His motives: scoping the nobility of Alaghon for possible jobs....Nosr, well he had been grounded earlier that month for excesses. Aris whistled to the tune of 7,500gp, most of which he had turned over to the shipwright's guild to finish paying for his new boat. The party was interrupted by a herald. "Hail, and well met! My master, Lord Danwick, desires to hire you to recover something dear to him." [i]As long as it is not too far or takes too long,[/i] thought Benito. But Aris, feeling heroic, proclaimed with hands on hips (and the breeze blowing his dark blue hair), "Lead on, miss. Take us to your Lord Danwick." She led them down several streets towards the warehouse district to a non-descript one-story, office building. Grim watched their backs and Ellysidell again kept watch to the rooftops. The halfing turned back a couple of times, thinking that he saw someone following out of the corner of his eye, but all he spied were commoners and merchants dragging their way through slush and puddles of water on this damp and cold day. Inside the building, a man dressed in fine clothes, graying, probably in his mid to late fifties greeted them and shook their hands in a very polished and professional matter. He bid them to sit down. "I have a simple job for you really. My daughter has been kidnapped and the thugs are asking for a ransom. I need bodyguards there to watch the exchange." He handed them a letter. Some group, the Nightmare Syndicate, desired 50,000gp for the return of Danwick's daughter. "I have raised 5,000gp and will throw in some costume jewelry to add some bulk. I would just like me daughter back. I will give you the gold or a townhouse in the city for your trouble." ([b]DM note & SPOILER WARNING: [/b] I used the adventure [i]Cradle of Madness [/i] in [i]Dungeon #87[/i] and of course changed worlds.) Benito was about to ask for some more details, Aris chimed in, "We'll do it. I am feeling somewhat heroic." "Good...well then the exchange takes place at midnight tonight north of town. I will meet you at my mansion near that time. I leave any prepartions to you." "Wait a minute," the cleric got in, "Why us and why the urgency? What are you hiding?" His ability to read people came in handy. "Well...er...you are professionals and come highly recommended." "What else?" "And my daughter is pregnant." Benito raised and eyebrow and crossed his arms. Aris was scratching his head. "How pregnant?" "Very...," Danwick trailed off. Aris chimed in, "Who told you about us?" "Why, the enclave." "Which one?" asked the genasi. "The Thayvian one. What other Enclave is there?" Aris gritted his teeth and looked to his other companions. Benito nodded his head and smiled. Of course! He did a lot of business with the Thayvians purchasing scrolls and the like. Now they returned the favor. [i]What nice people, even if they are bald[/i], he thought. "We'll do it! We will rescue your daughter," said Benito with renewed enthusiasm. Aris shrugged his shoulders. He had already given his word. A D'hib did not go back on his word. He nodded his head in agreement. With business-like handshakes, the party left to collect Nosr and any other necessary items for the "simple" job. Aris was already planning for the worst, while Benito was introspective. "Aha!" He blurted, "Now I remember. The Nightmare Syndicate is a fairy tale about well, evil fairies, used to scare childern." "Why?...oh nevermind. I predict this will not go smoothly. Thank you for the information," Aris replied a little icily. The company heard the tinkling of wind chimes, seemingly in their heads. And then a [i] RUSH [/i] of wind tore into them blowing commoners to the ground and turning over carts, knocking down horses and sending Grim flying some thirty feet. Benito and Aris were both knocked to the ground, while Ellysidell remained standing. In front of them, two people stood. One was a younger man with a great sword, a shaved head and a topknot of hair. The other, an older man clean shaven, with dishevled white hair, a purple scar or birthmark across his face and a metal hand that oozed with electric power. As the heroes tried to remove the grit from their eyes, they saw the younger man run up the side of the building to their left--apparently unaffected by the sudden and strong wind--and cover Grim, now in a heap of vegetables, with his sword. "Stand down, little one. We are looking for Milo, the younger?" The old man echoed a similar question to the other heroes, "Where is young Milo?" Aris answered, "He is dead!" but remained prone, not wanting to fight against the wind or the stranger. Benito forced himself to his feet and tried to draw Mano was was unable to do so. A ripple of air passed among the heroes and Aris and Benito felt a sudden explosion in their heads. Fortunately, it passed. Ellysidell was not so fortunate. The explosion continued and he dropped his axe and subsequently tumbled to the ground. Grim did not stay still but tried to get away from under the sword. He tried to tumble away. The stranger slashed and missed by a hair. Grim tried to move back towards the rest of his friends but the wind made for stiff resistance. The wall-walker struck again, and barely missed, again. "Stand down, little one. I am purposely with-holding the full force of my blows, but you test my patience." Grim gave him a look of contempt. The white-haired man repeated, "Down, on the ground!" Benito did not comply and was rewarded with a clenched fist shaken in his direction. He heard a boom and the ground beneath him turned to jelly as he was flung to the ground. The rush of wind subsided, but Benito refused to give in shouting accusatory tones and threats the the man would be punished for his lawlessness. As he was trying to get up, he felt a rush of wind in his ears and felt the wind knocked from him. He hyperventilated for a few seconds gasping, "Milo was brave and valiant warrior...gasp He was our friend." Fortunately, he continued to breath easier. Not so Grim, who continued his impertinence. "Reign in your child!" shouted the old man. Grim felt a similar intake of air, but this time he was floored and could not breathe as if invisible hands clamped on his diaphragm. "There must be some misunderstanding," said Aris from his prone position. "Milo was our adventuring companion. He fought and died bravely. Come let us discuss this over drinks at our inn. I will show you his grave." The old man snorted and motioned to his warrior companion who once again stood ready to attack the subdued party. "Release my friend," demanded Benito. "He will be alright as long as he does not move," the metal-gauntleted man replied coldly. "Let us go to your inn. Grab your companions. I would hear this tale of my nephew." [i]Nephew! [/i] mouthed the heroes.[i] No Wonder Milo left ! [/i] thought Bentio and Grim to each other. "No more insolence, halfling. I have not used anything lethal, yet. Do not tempt me?" The halfling quieted his thoughts, crawling into a corner in his mind, intimidated by the psionic bully. A black gem on the older man's gauntlet glowed with inner power. Humbly, the Heroes led Milo, the Elder and his warrior companion Variak to the Great Axe. There they were able to smooth things over and Milo senior was satisfied. He demanded that the body be exhumed. Aris ordered servant to do so (Milo's grave, along with that of EineKill Lutger was in the backyard of the inn). The elder Watcher took aside his companion and ordered him to continue Milo's watch over the spellfire wielder (Nosr). Then, Without any courtesy or grace and barely a goodbye (even to his warrior), Milo the Elder left. Variak was visibly less stressed. Aris eyed the new warrior with mistrust. "You best prove yourself quickly. We have a job tonight. Milo was a true hero. You have big shoes to fill." Benito nodded in agreement while Variak took stock of his new group. He twirled his sword for emphasis and stuck it in the ground. Removing his longbow and quiver from his back and examining his arrows he replied, "When do we go to work, boss?" Aris smirked and thought, [i]Great manners in Raven's Bluff. I think I might like this fellow.[/i] [/QUOTE]
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