D&D 5E [IC] THE CURSE OF AMBERSTAR

Greenmtn

Explorer
Harfik Human Monk

Harfiks hand unconsciously brushes against the braided chain and fabric around his body before he brings his hands together in front of him for another deep bow.

Because of his success he had earned the right to wear it around his body. The Counts less valuable slaves wore theirs around their necks. Most of the time he was treated well, even on occasion seeing "free born" peasants beaten worse than he could remember being beaten. His mentor, the one that trained him to fight, and to seek stillness of mind in order to perfect his movements, had told him that Freedom had it's own risks. That as a slave you can become expensive to replace while peasants were free to come and go as they pleased, they needed to support themselves, and were cheaper to replace. He was well fed and rarely punished but even with his improved station he was still a slave without any of the choices, hard as they may be, that a free man had. Questions and possibilities raced through his mind. He remained silent for some time...


"Kethra is it? You and I know this. My place in this life is to fight. Other than the knowing that I have from my mentor. Fighting is what I know and other things, less helpful with this."
 

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JustinCase

the magical equivalent to the number zero
Aanzu remains silent. All the Duke had given him were words, and although they were kind, it was nothing to help him hunt down the Ravenblade woman or to regain his family's honor and trust.

So the dragonborn stands silently, unmoving, waiting until he can move to the table and sample the food.
 

Shayuri

First Post
Icosa inclines its head slightly and replies, "I do not require food or drink. I am here for information, and I expect to find it within the Sanctum. Thank you for the offer."

It pauses, then adds, "If you would be willing to allow me to consult some of your library though, while the others see to their needs?"
 

industrygothica

Adventurer
Lyllie skips the conversation and heads towards the banquet hall. Unlike her gnome brethren, her words are scarce.


OOC: Back from camping and ready to get this show on the road!






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[B]AC:[/B] 16; [B]HP:[/B] [COLOR=#FF000]52[/COLOR]/52
[B]Initiative:[/B] +3
[B]Saves:[/B] INT +7, WIS +5
[B]Passive Perception:[/B] 15
[B]Languages:[/B] Common, Gnomish, Sylvan, Druidic
[B]Skills:[/B] Arcana +7, Investigation +7, Nature +7, Perception +5
[B]Stats:[/B] Str 8 (-1), Dex 14 (+2) , Con 14 (+2), Int 18 (+4), Wis 14 (+2), Cha 11 (+0)

-[B]Inspiration[/B]? [ ] Yes, [[COLOR=#FF0000]X[/COLOR]] No

[B]Spell Save DC:[/B] 13/15
[B]Spell Slots:[/B] 4, 4, 3, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0
[B]Slots Used:[/B] 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0
[B]Spells Prepared:[/B] (4/8) 
[list]
[*]1st Level: 1st Level: Healing Word (D), Entangle (D), Faerie Fire (D), Speak with Animals (D), Ray of Sickness, Color Spray, 
Mage Armor, Witch Bolt, False Life
[*]2nd Level: Blindness/Deafness, Ray of Enfeeblement, Misty Step
[/list](D) Druid Spells modified with Wisdom. All others are Wizard spells modified with Intelligence.

[B]Rituals[/B]
Tenser's Floating Disk, Find Familiar, Identify, Gentle Repose
 
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Archon Basileus

First Post
EVERYONE

"For now, the only thing I need is information. Maps, documents, anything there is on our destination. I know there is not much, the Sanctum was long sealed, but anything that is you have may be useful."

"If you would be willing to allow me to consult some of your library though, while the others see to their needs?"

The Duke rises, motioning towards the stairs. Before he leaves, though, he addresses his guests.

“Please, feel free to use the archives as you will. The banquet is prepared in the superior quarters, for those who wish to rest. My soldiers will guide you. If you need anything, feel free to ask. I beg your pardon, but I shall not join you tonight. There are pressing matters around the northern wall that call for my attention. Nonetheless, I bid you welcome and wish you success in our shared endeavor.” – he turns, still wearing a smile upon his face and leaves, followed by his seneschal. Guards stand at the doors, and a servant awaits to escort the heroes to the banquet room.

[For those that remain at the archives]

For any expert, the Keep’s library is nothing short of amazing. Legends tell of secrets hidden amidst its tall shelves, brought forth by the hands of the Teraphim themselves. As you browse through the tomes and scrolls, you realize the amount of effort put into cataloguing and organizing all this information. Scribes from all known countries were once summoned in order to lay on parchment all minute details of their homelands. Everything, from the lands of Sethmandu to the Kantar narrows, is celebrated through copious documents and numerous representations. The history of all known peoples is retold in many ways by the skilled quills of many different sages.

Such care is also dedicated to the arcane arts as well. Everything, from alchemy to arcane engineering, and from spellcasting to artifact crafting, has been dissected and put into words within these halls.

[under the gaze of the guards, you may research any topic. All knowledge-related rolls receive a +4 bonus for newcomers. There are sages wondering the corridors as well. They might be inclined to help you even further…]

[For those that follow to the banquet]

You are taken upstairs towards a sector of the upper floor. Apparently, this hole wing is reserved to eminent guests. Beyond a set of double doors in the back of a waiting room lies the banquet hall, the central piece to an elevated palace within the Keep. The room has been arranged with servants to tend to all the guests’ needs. All comforts known to men have been made available. Divans and sofas share space with smoking pipes, which fumes mixed up with the many perfumes harmonized around the room. The main table holds all sorts of foods and spices, holding special places to dishes familiar to each people represented by the guests. Spices of all sorts cover the table in impressive amounts. A rich decoration shares place with flora gathered from many parts of the world, probably brought from the artificial gardens of Wallis. At the back, a pool of hot water awaits those willing to refresh themselves from the trip. Stairs lead to the bedroom section, at least as far as you can see.

“Welcome, champions! The Duke wishes to share the wealth of Wellington with you! May all profit from the fruits of this land, today and in the days to come! I am Posca. I am here to serve you.” – the elfic servant bows as he receives the heroes.

[Enjoy! All social interactions have a +4 bonus within these halls.]




@industrygothica @hafrogman @Charwoman Gene @Greenmtn @Shayuri @JustinCase
 
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hafrogman

Adventurer
Yttrian briefly peruses the shelves of the library, trailing a finger along a shelf and glancing at the spines. However, casting an eye around the room, he quickly realizes that he is out of his depth. He flags down one of the wandering sages.

"I have a need for maps of the area around the Teraphim sanctuary, or any reports of expeditions to the same. Do you know where I might start looking?"
 

industrygothica

Adventurer
Lyllie begins to head out for the banquet hall, but the offer of using the library is too enticing. She attempts to make quick work of the organization, and then starts looking for anything related to the arcane arts, nature magic, and the Raven Queen. Hearing the strange elf's request, she'll also pull out anything she might run across that matches his criteria.
 

Greenmtn

Explorer
Harfik Human Monk

Entering the banquet hall Harfik stops and pauses for a moment at the sight before his eyes. This truly is an impressive show of wealth and generosity.

To the Elf servant. "Are all guests received so lavishly or is this a special occasion?"

He accepts a meal and water, finding a place to sit and eat he waits to see who joins him in the banquet hall.
 

Shayuri

First Post
Icosa's head inclines in what might be gratitude, then ticks slightly to and fro, watching the hustle and bustle of people leaving, or scattering to the shelves for their own agendas.

The armored machine-warrior moves to the collection on the Teraphim, and with quick, precise movement begins sorting through them, searching for mentions of its own kind.

(History [roll0] on the 'warforged' race and its origins. This includes the +4 bonus; but Icosa is not trained in History. :))
 

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