House Medani Detection Office:The Lady in Blue (Updated 12-03-05)
Henry said:
Thanks. Right now the limit is my typing which sucks. The pace of our actual game sessions- 2 mega sessions not including our Pc creation when Eberron first came out- is actually faster than what Calib has told so far, quite a bit has happened in our game. But trying to organize it all inta a narrative is a bit of a challenge.
Glad its not driving you away at least
Goobermunch
Explorer
I'm just glad to see that Guttman got his . . . . Excellent nod to the source material (
).
--G
Kasper Guttman was the villain in the Maltese Falcon
--G
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Broccli_Head
Explorer
Express,
You have another fan! Really liking the way you evoke a bit of film noire, and private eye in you story. It's also getting me interested in Eberron...not like we need a new game.
So is Margarve University supposed to be like Miskatonic U in the Lovecraft Universe?
Liked the tribute to the Maltese Falcon also
You have another fan! Really liking the way you evoke a bit of film noire, and private eye in you story. It's also getting me interested in Eberron...not like we need a new game.
So is Margarve University supposed to be like Miskatonic U in the Lovecraft Universe?
Liked the tribute to the Maltese Falcon also
Enter the Dragoneye (con't) (a bit long)
We stuck in the shadows and went behind the building we were peering from. The guards remained under the overhang of the warehouse in a vain attempt to remain dry. No other goblins showed up. We decided to head for the alley.
"Lets hurry" commanded Byanra in a low voice, "you stay here Dorbo-you're as stealthy as a minotaur at a glass breaking contest."
Dorbo glared up through his soggy eyebrows. "Alright, but keep that up girl, 'an I wont be givin ya any potions." He fished into his pouch and produced 2 small bottles. Two invisibility potions. Dorbo grinned.
Bynara shot him a evil look. "Invisibility!" she growled, snatching up the potions "How long have you had these? We could have used them at Hennet’s place."
Dorbo shrugged, “ I finished ‘um before that girl showed up. Reckon I forgot all bout it in the excitement.”
We prepared to go but Dorbo reached out and infused Bynara’s armor. “Just in case” he winked, “now git goin’ , I’ll get a distraction going.”
We moved behind the building staying a block from the warehouse, keeping parallel with it for another block. In the darkness we crossed the street to the same side as the warehouse. Clinging to the front of the building there, we crept forward. We stopped, flattening ourselves against the wall. Ahead we could see the guards, their shapes illuminated by the lone street lamp. I mentally tried to calculate the distance of the guards' darkvision.
From up the street, to the goblins right, a faintly loud sound competed with the patter of rain on the street. It wafted down the street, and it didn't last long. It was the sound of a cow mooing. The guards yapped back and forth. It obviously got their attention.
The two seemed to debate who would get the honor of investigating. The smaller of the two lost and passed out to the darkened street and into he rain. His back was now to us, and he trotted about fifteen feet from the door and stopped, reaching the limit of his interest. His comrade stayed in the door, offering nothing but moral support. But he was looking down the street and away from us too.
We took advantage and slinked to the alley. No one followed so we continued. The alley was just 10 feet wide, if that. The row of painted over broken windows ran down the side here too, so we duckwalked low to stay beneath them. It was dark save for the little light that came from inside through the cracks.
We could hear indistinct talking and laughter from inside. As we moved down the wall the talking became clearer. Finding a spot halfway down we crouched and peered through a couple of coin sized holes.
This limited view offered a selective observation of the proceedings.It was made worse by the position of a few crates between us and our targets. By moving around I could see there about a dozen goblins inside. They each wore a variety of clothes in styles and color ranging from laborer to professional. But all wore some sort of blade and most had armor.The gobs had a bottle and were talking and passing it around.
I saw Voren too. He was seated on a preposterously small stool, drinking an amber liquid from a glass. He was sweating.
Someone said something and the gobs quieted down. At this point I have to say, as before, that I am not good with languages. In fact, I speak only Common and no doubt you’ll find some relatives who say I am barely proficient with that. This was unfortunate, since the conversations were all in goblin.
My point is, that for the rest of our eavesdropping, I didn't understand a thing. But luckily Bynara did, though she wasn't offering a translation at that point given our circumstance. The curiosity was driving me crazy.
To me it seemed like an audience. Voren was speaking to a figure just out of my range of vision. I could see this figure was pacing back and forth. I did gather a couple of things though, the unseen figure sounded mad. And Voren, well Voren was scared.
After nearly ten minutes, with my attention mostly turned to watching the street, the get together broke up. The unseen figure finally came into my sight. It was a hobgoblin. He was quite a sight.
He was dressed like a dandy all in black. His coat had wide lapels and silver buttons. He had gentlemans’ boots and a cane. The cane looked as if it was fashioned out of bone, lacquered black. The hobgoblin didnt look like he dressed though, he had a hard cruel look about him.
Then everything happened fast. The hobgoblin held a leather folio and was reading it. Voren said something and the hobgoblin laughed. Some gobs got a small metal box and put it at Voren’s feet. Voren smiled and opened it. Jewels. Of almost every color. Voren closed it and went to stand. Three gobs each hit him from behind with pieces of wood picked up from the floor. Voren hit the floor the same time as the box.
The hobgoblin gave a command , and the dozen or so gobs went to move as one. Then dramatically, he raised his cane and the choir hushed. He said something short and and the gobs cheered. Like a sermon.
The hobgoblin strode to the door, and an escort produced an umbrella. The jewel box was collected.The rest of the gobs slid the door open and followed the figure in black like honor guard. Just three remained in the warehouse and began to drag Voren’s unconscious form to the center of the empty warehouse.
Bynara tackled me to the ground. “Its a setup,”she whispered, "theyre going to dump him in the bay. The others are leaving.” I snuck a peek inside. The gobs were gathering an old piece of canvas, a length of chain. One of the gobs fetched the carriage that had been pulled inside the warehouse. I nodded. But my curiosity was killing me.
“What about Hennet? Anything?” I whispered, crouched back on the ground.
“Not much. Voren thinks he’s dead.” she frowned at me in the gloom."If you want to know more we should save him.”
I nodded again. I first crawled to the street and looked. I didnt spy Dorbo. The street was deserted; even the guards were gone. The rear of the honor guard was disappearing in the rain, heading toward the river. I rejoined By.
Inside the gobs had discovered that Voren had some loot on him. They were arguing over it. We hunched and went to the rear of the building.
At the rear corner I paused. There was a high wall behind the warehouse; the warehouse had no windows or door here. I had to know what they talked about. In the dark Bynara bumped into me. “”What did that hobgoblin say at the end, what was with the sermon?” I asked. By growled with aggravation.
“His name is Koba, damn you standing here in the rain”, she hissed through her teeth.” He and Voren talked about something called the Dragoneye. At the end,” she paused as if trying to remember correctly.” He said”
The Dragoneye is ours by right.The twelve houses shall not escape its withering gaze.
I had to admit that was pretty dramatic, whatever it meant.
“Alright then,” I said softly, “ lets collect Dorbo and save Voren. Maybe we’ll get some answers.”
Now in a perfect world, after using a snazzy line like that, with the intention of saving someone from murder and possibly finding a missing brother of a beautiful woman, I would do all that.
This isn't a perfect world. Bynara and I stealthily moved up the alley back to the street. There I cautiously peered out, and was greeted with a heavy blow to my chest. To my surprise, it wasnt a goblin before me, but a group of metal clad figures. Through my pain I saw they were warforged.
We stuck in the shadows and went behind the building we were peering from. The guards remained under the overhang of the warehouse in a vain attempt to remain dry. No other goblins showed up. We decided to head for the alley.
"Lets hurry" commanded Byanra in a low voice, "you stay here Dorbo-you're as stealthy as a minotaur at a glass breaking contest."
Dorbo glared up through his soggy eyebrows. "Alright, but keep that up girl, 'an I wont be givin ya any potions." He fished into his pouch and produced 2 small bottles. Two invisibility potions. Dorbo grinned.
Bynara shot him a evil look. "Invisibility!" she growled, snatching up the potions "How long have you had these? We could have used them at Hennet’s place."
Dorbo shrugged, “ I finished ‘um before that girl showed up. Reckon I forgot all bout it in the excitement.”
We prepared to go but Dorbo reached out and infused Bynara’s armor. “Just in case” he winked, “now git goin’ , I’ll get a distraction going.”
We moved behind the building staying a block from the warehouse, keeping parallel with it for another block. In the darkness we crossed the street to the same side as the warehouse. Clinging to the front of the building there, we crept forward. We stopped, flattening ourselves against the wall. Ahead we could see the guards, their shapes illuminated by the lone street lamp. I mentally tried to calculate the distance of the guards' darkvision.
From up the street, to the goblins right, a faintly loud sound competed with the patter of rain on the street. It wafted down the street, and it didn't last long. It was the sound of a cow mooing. The guards yapped back and forth. It obviously got their attention.
The two seemed to debate who would get the honor of investigating. The smaller of the two lost and passed out to the darkened street and into he rain. His back was now to us, and he trotted about fifteen feet from the door and stopped, reaching the limit of his interest. His comrade stayed in the door, offering nothing but moral support. But he was looking down the street and away from us too.
We took advantage and slinked to the alley. No one followed so we continued. The alley was just 10 feet wide, if that. The row of painted over broken windows ran down the side here too, so we duckwalked low to stay beneath them. It was dark save for the little light that came from inside through the cracks.
We could hear indistinct talking and laughter from inside. As we moved down the wall the talking became clearer. Finding a spot halfway down we crouched and peered through a couple of coin sized holes.
This limited view offered a selective observation of the proceedings.It was made worse by the position of a few crates between us and our targets. By moving around I could see there about a dozen goblins inside. They each wore a variety of clothes in styles and color ranging from laborer to professional. But all wore some sort of blade and most had armor.The gobs had a bottle and were talking and passing it around.
I saw Voren too. He was seated on a preposterously small stool, drinking an amber liquid from a glass. He was sweating.
Someone said something and the gobs quieted down. At this point I have to say, as before, that I am not good with languages. In fact, I speak only Common and no doubt you’ll find some relatives who say I am barely proficient with that. This was unfortunate, since the conversations were all in goblin.
My point is, that for the rest of our eavesdropping, I didn't understand a thing. But luckily Bynara did, though she wasn't offering a translation at that point given our circumstance. The curiosity was driving me crazy.
To me it seemed like an audience. Voren was speaking to a figure just out of my range of vision. I could see this figure was pacing back and forth. I did gather a couple of things though, the unseen figure sounded mad. And Voren, well Voren was scared.
After nearly ten minutes, with my attention mostly turned to watching the street, the get together broke up. The unseen figure finally came into my sight. It was a hobgoblin. He was quite a sight.
He was dressed like a dandy all in black. His coat had wide lapels and silver buttons. He had gentlemans’ boots and a cane. The cane looked as if it was fashioned out of bone, lacquered black. The hobgoblin didnt look like he dressed though, he had a hard cruel look about him.
Then everything happened fast. The hobgoblin held a leather folio and was reading it. Voren said something and the hobgoblin laughed. Some gobs got a small metal box and put it at Voren’s feet. Voren smiled and opened it. Jewels. Of almost every color. Voren closed it and went to stand. Three gobs each hit him from behind with pieces of wood picked up from the floor. Voren hit the floor the same time as the box.
The hobgoblin gave a command , and the dozen or so gobs went to move as one. Then dramatically, he raised his cane and the choir hushed. He said something short and and the gobs cheered. Like a sermon.
The hobgoblin strode to the door, and an escort produced an umbrella. The jewel box was collected.The rest of the gobs slid the door open and followed the figure in black like honor guard. Just three remained in the warehouse and began to drag Voren’s unconscious form to the center of the empty warehouse.
Bynara tackled me to the ground. “Its a setup,”she whispered, "theyre going to dump him in the bay. The others are leaving.” I snuck a peek inside. The gobs were gathering an old piece of canvas, a length of chain. One of the gobs fetched the carriage that had been pulled inside the warehouse. I nodded. But my curiosity was killing me.
“What about Hennet? Anything?” I whispered, crouched back on the ground.
“Not much. Voren thinks he’s dead.” she frowned at me in the gloom."If you want to know more we should save him.”
I nodded again. I first crawled to the street and looked. I didnt spy Dorbo. The street was deserted; even the guards were gone. The rear of the honor guard was disappearing in the rain, heading toward the river. I rejoined By.
Inside the gobs had discovered that Voren had some loot on him. They were arguing over it. We hunched and went to the rear of the building.
At the rear corner I paused. There was a high wall behind the warehouse; the warehouse had no windows or door here. I had to know what they talked about. In the dark Bynara bumped into me. “”What did that hobgoblin say at the end, what was with the sermon?” I asked. By growled with aggravation.
“His name is Koba, damn you standing here in the rain”, she hissed through her teeth.” He and Voren talked about something called the Dragoneye. At the end,” she paused as if trying to remember correctly.” He said”
The Dragoneye is ours by right.The twelve houses shall not escape its withering gaze.
I had to admit that was pretty dramatic, whatever it meant.
“Alright then,” I said softly, “ lets collect Dorbo and save Voren. Maybe we’ll get some answers.”
Now in a perfect world, after using a snazzy line like that, with the intention of saving someone from murder and possibly finding a missing brother of a beautiful woman, I would do all that.
This isn't a perfect world. Bynara and I stealthily moved up the alley back to the street. There I cautiously peered out, and was greeted with a heavy blow to my chest. To my surprise, it wasnt a goblin before me, but a group of metal clad figures. Through my pain I saw they were warforged.
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Broccli_Head said:Express,
You have another fan! Really liking the way you evoke a bit of film noire, and private eye in you story. It's also getting me interested in Eberron...not like we need a new game.
So is Margarve University supposed to be like Miskatonic U in the Lovecraft Universe?
Liked the tribute to the Maltese Falcon also
Thanks I think Margarve can be that as well as a university for potential Indiana Jones type Pcs. But in the ECS its not exactly the most prestigous institute of learning in khorvaire.
Enter the Dragoneye (con't)
“Yield and live” one of the warforged commanded. “Resist and....”
I knew the rest. There were five of them-big, metal and mean looking. The one talking had a heavy looking mace. The rest held crossbows aimed at us. My chest was on fire. I didnt need to be a cleric to know I wounded pretty bad.
I slowly raised my hands. Bynara growled but did likewise. I didn’t see Dorbo anywhere.
All the warforged looked very much alike; greenish eyes, no identifying marks, dings on the body plating and no clothing. One of them collected the weapons and gear off By and me, then we were both grabbed and held from behind. It felt like my arm was in a vise. From inside the warehouse I could hear fighting- the warforged didn’t blink. Although usually warforged don't really blink.
“Why are you where? Who are you?” the mace asked.
“Why are you here!” Bynara snapped, “let us go, we’re citizens....” a crossbow shoved in her face quieted her up.
I was getting ready to protest when a blow to the back of my head turned out the lights.
I was on the back of Anvil’s giant grey owl, soaring high over the spires of the city. I rose and dipped above the cityscape. Ahead I saw a figure in blue, her azure wings propelling her gracefully across the sky. I followed her but could not catch up. After an eternity she stopped and hovering high above the ground she turned. With open arms she smiled as I sped to her. She changed; before me was a great dragon black scaled and leather winged; its eye fixed upon me and I began to fall earthward.
Some time later I found myself on a cot. There was the noise of music coming from the next room. On the cot next to me were Bynara and Dorbo. The fire in my chest was still there. With some difficulty,I propped myself up on my elbows. My vision swum then cleared and I saw another figure in the room.
Seated in a chair with his back to a closed door was the half orc from Hennet’s door. A smile split his dumb face as he saw me stir. He walked over and threw a potion to me.
“Drink this,” he said in a deep voice” Boss wants to see you.”
“Yield and live” one of the warforged commanded. “Resist and....”
I knew the rest. There were five of them-big, metal and mean looking. The one talking had a heavy looking mace. The rest held crossbows aimed at us. My chest was on fire. I didnt need to be a cleric to know I wounded pretty bad.
I slowly raised my hands. Bynara growled but did likewise. I didn’t see Dorbo anywhere.
All the warforged looked very much alike; greenish eyes, no identifying marks, dings on the body plating and no clothing. One of them collected the weapons and gear off By and me, then we were both grabbed and held from behind. It felt like my arm was in a vise. From inside the warehouse I could hear fighting- the warforged didn’t blink. Although usually warforged don't really blink.
“Why are you where? Who are you?” the mace asked.
“Why are you here!” Bynara snapped, “let us go, we’re citizens....” a crossbow shoved in her face quieted her up.
I was getting ready to protest when a blow to the back of my head turned out the lights.
I was on the back of Anvil’s giant grey owl, soaring high over the spires of the city. I rose and dipped above the cityscape. Ahead I saw a figure in blue, her azure wings propelling her gracefully across the sky. I followed her but could not catch up. After an eternity she stopped and hovering high above the ground she turned. With open arms she smiled as I sped to her. She changed; before me was a great dragon black scaled and leather winged; its eye fixed upon me and I began to fall earthward.
Some time later I found myself on a cot. There was the noise of music coming from the next room. On the cot next to me were Bynara and Dorbo. The fire in my chest was still there. With some difficulty,I propped myself up on my elbows. My vision swum then cleared and I saw another figure in the room.
Seated in a chair with his back to a closed door was the half orc from Hennet’s door. A smile split his dumb face as he saw me stir. He walked over and threw a potion to me.
“Drink this,” he said in a deep voice” Boss wants to see you.”
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