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<blockquote data-quote="Nthal" data-source="post: 7593147" data-attributes="member: 6971069"><p><strong>Altering the Deal, Part 2 - 04/17/2019</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">Altering the Deal, Part 2.</p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong></p><p></strong></p><p><strong><p style="text-align: center">There is a difference between being intelligent and being smart. An intelligent person rationalizes everything, and really intelligent people do it to a degree that leaves nothing to chance.</p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>A smart person though, doesn’t rationalize anything. In fact, they would point out that most people don’t behave rationally at all. And really smart people come up with solutions that make an intelligent person say, ‘that makes no sense to me!’</p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong></p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Of course, it doesn’t. It only has to make ‘sense’ to the party that matters.</p></strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong></p><p></strong></p><p></p><p>While the light had faded somewhat, we were still able to see. We moved down the passage and up a flight of stairs. We arrived in a chamber, with a tall arched ceiling, and near the top, was a rough open window in the rock to the outside. The light from the window above guided us and fed our hopes. Below it, the passage was choked with debris. Not just rock, but roots of plants, soil and scattered leaves. </p><p></p><p>We made our way through the passage and we could hear the sounds of the river rushing past, the smell of soil and the taste of moisture in the air. As we made our way up the passage, we finally arrived at curtain of foliage, and we pushed our way through them.</p><p></p><p>Finally, we were outside. The roots covering the passage were nestled in a cluster of boulders in the hillside. There was no sign of buildings or ruins anywhere near. Why was a temple here? Why hide it? It didn’t make much sense, but it didn’t have to I supposed. We made our way towards the river, and the brush cleared enough to see that we managed to come out upstream from Yartar far from the fisheries and the tanneries. We found ourselves on a bluff overlooking the eastern road, entering the town. We were still hiding in the brush, uncertain on what to do. A quick walk and we would be in the town itself. Of course, that would be people with normal business.</p><p></p><p>“Foggle can see the gate, and a lot of foot traffic entering the city as well,” Beepu said after the owl landed nearby. </p><p></p><p>“Did he notice anything suspicious about the guard’s behavior?” Daneath asked.</p><p></p><p>“No. He did not get that close, and I do not believe Foggle would be able to determine ‘suspicious behavior.’”</p><p></p><p>“Give me some time, I’ll scout ahead and see what’s up,” Iesa said.</p><p></p><p>“What? In your finest clothes? Is that wise?” Beepu said pointedly.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll take care of that. Stay here out of sight,” and with that Iesa moved towards the town. The sun rose steadily higher and higher, and was near Peak, when he returned. In his hands, were some rough spun tunics, cloaks, and robes. But more importantly he had some interesting information.</p><p></p><p>“What do you mean? They aren’t looking for anyone?” Daneath said puzzled.</p><p></p><p>“Yep; the guards are completely bored,” Iesa explained. “They aren’t searching wagons, going in or out. I made some conversation with some of the locals, and beyond drunken stories about the Hate Night, there isn’t any news. Certainly, no one is publicly talking about strange events or wanted figures.”</p><p></p><p>“That seems odd. With all the strange goings on in the manor that we caused, you would think that at least someone would…react?” Daneath said.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think we got away that clean,” I said after thinking a moment. “It might be that they don’t want to cause a lot of barkle.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” everyone said at once.</p><p></p><p>“Um…distracting noise? Or perhaps they want to keep it quiet.”</p><p></p><p>Iesa nodded, “You read my mind Myrai. I’m guessing that the guards aren’t in the know yet. Maybe that Drow has friends looking for us instead.”</p><p></p><p>“Comforting,” I said drily. “So, can we get to the Blades without being seen?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, let’s get everyone dressed up,” and he tossed the bundle of clothing to Daneath, “…or down rather. I know enough of the town that we can take alleys and stay out of sight for the most part.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s good. I’m eager to get this over with,” Nestra said with relief.</p><p></p><p>I start pulling over my head a rough spun robe, “So, get past the guards, get to the blades’ compound, and find some time to get our stuff back.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah mostly that,” Iesa said half focused on the conversation.</p><p></p><p>“We could send Foggle to pick up Mo,” I said with a smirk.</p><p></p><p>Iesa returned the grin, “Well…yes. I do want Mo back at my side. But I doubt he has changed his mind about Foggle.”</p><p></p><p>We donned the robes and cloaks and made our way down to the eastern road. The roadway was packed with farmers and livestock, and not cargo and wagons like the western gate. And as Iesa had said, the guards were barely paying attention to really anyone of note as we entered Yartar again. </p><p>The streets of Yartar had signs of disarray. While banners were being taken down with care, many of banners and ribbons appeared to have been torn down and damaged during the revelry. The mood was somber; many folk were avoiding making loud noises, and others were walking unsteadily, trying not to look at the sun at peak. But few paid attention to us, as Iesa lead us down several alleyways, keeping us off the main thoroughfares. It was quicker than I expected, as we encountered little in the terms of crowds. All the while, I felt on edge. Were we really being watched or hunted? For the moment I was simply glad we weren’t heading towards ‘The Lusty Bard.’</p><p></p><p>It wasn’t long before we found ourselves circling a squared, walled compound. The grey stone walls stood at least three men high, with battlements, and towers on each corner. We made our way to the front where a pair of guards, dressed in mail stood attentively in front of a heavily reinforced oaken door. As we approached, I could see their hands move towards the swords at their hips. They were expecting trouble, and their open helms didn’t conceal the look of concern on their faces as they looked over each of us one by one. One of them took a step forward and pointed at Beepu.</p><p></p><p>“You; what is your name and business?” the guard intoned. He sounded nervous, like he expected trouble but not clear from where.</p><p></p><p>Beepu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly repied, “I am Beepu, and I wish to see Arryn Quinte at once!”</p><p></p><p>The guards looked at each other, and the second guard nodded, and pounded on the door with his mailed fist. “You are expected; are there any others?” and the scraping sounds of wood against metal was audible.</p><p></p><p>Beepu thought for a moment, “Erm, no. We do not expect anyone else.”</p><p></p><p>The guard nodded, and the double door, split open and two other guards emerged, with hands also at their sword hilts, eyes looking around with concern. The second guard then said, “These are the ones, take them to Arryn immediately.” The pair nodded and waited for us to follow them.</p><p></p><p>We stepped inside the compound; it was essentially a walled fort with a large open area dominating the courtyard. Pells were arranged on one side, and archery targets were arranged on the other. From here, I could see that guards were patrolling the walls, while none were engaged on either the pells or targets. Today was not a day for practice it appeared. The guards led us past the unused equipment, and towards the entrance to an inner bailey. Quickly ascending some steps, they opened the door, and led us within.</p><p></p><p>Before long we were ushered into what appeared to be a small dining hall, where the silver haired Arryn Quinte was pacing near the head of the table. Upon seeing Nestra, the look on his face changed from concern to relief.</p><p></p><p>“Nestra you are safe. I was concerned when you didn’t appear at first light.”</p><p></p><p>“Some…complications underneath delayed us. But my…guardians saw me through.” Nestra said, gesturing towards us.</p><p></p><p>We had begun to remove our peasant garb, when a valet appeared to take our robes from our hands.</p><p>“I see. But I do forget myself, I did ask you to prove you are the real Nestra. Do you have something to show me.” Arryn said apologetically</p><p></p><p>Nestra nodded and reached into her satchel and pulled out an oblong object and some parchment and handed them to Arryn. He looked over a pair of documents with interest, and then looked at the object at one end.</p><p></p><p>“I remember these, and the seal matches. And not just any seal either; your personal one not the general business seal. Forgive me for doubting, but I needed to be certain.”</p><p></p><p>Nestra nodded and pulled out a chair from the table and fell into it exhausted.</p><p></p><p>“Some food perhaps, Arryn? We are all quite famished.” I said, “Especially her excellency.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course,” and a quick clap of his hands sent the valet out of the room with the discarded clothes, and in a few moments he returned with flagons, bread and cheese. We dove in, our hunger stripping away any pretense of manners.</p><p></p><p>“So Arryn, what happened last night after we left?” Daneath asked. “I know we caused a bit of excitement on our exit.”</p><p></p><p>“Surprisingly enough, not much. Arakhan made a lot of noise about a torch, but nothing really happened until very late in the morning. I saw that that Vicam’s mood changed and was angry. He was very angry at the drow he hired, as well as at Arakhan. But it wasn’t clear on what. But he was certainly eager to get us all out of the house once the fog retreated.”</p><p></p><p>“Can’t imagine why,” Iesa said tearing at the bread with his teeth. “It sounds like someone poisoned his puppy.”</p><p></p><p>Arryn looked at Iesa with a bemused look, “Well if you believe Vicam has tears, I have a decanter full of them for sale. But he was indeed furious. I did notice that he certainly didn’t consult or even speak to…the pretender Nestra. The Nestra I know always wanted to know about the important details.” Turning to Nestra with a smile.</p><p></p><p>“He did like to try to keep my nose out of things too often” Nestra commented sourly. “Pity, he actually had potential. Now I see that he simply wants to grow beyond his place.”</p><p></p><p>“So, are all the tinmen, and iron for show, or were you expecting trouble?” I asked after swallowing some cheese.</p><p></p><p>“Well, I didn’t know what manner to expect you, but I was worried about Vicam,” Arryn explained. </p><p></p><p>“But I have a few friends in the watch. Last we heard, no orders beyond celebration clean up and assessing party fines where needed.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you again, Arryn for your help. Can I trust you to help to remove Vicam from my seat?” Nestra asked.</p><p></p><p>“Of course, your excellency. Our loyalty has always been to the ruler of Yartar, and you are still that.” Arryn replied, his fist touching his heart.</p><p></p><p>“While the nap below was helpful…I feel the need to retire and rest properly.” Nestra said arising. </p><p></p><p>“Thank you again, Daneath, Iesa, Beepu and Myrai. Once I have taken back my seat, I will make sure that the ‘Crimson Star’ is aware of you…value to me. Now Arryn, if you could spare a chamber for me—”</p><p></p><p>“One has already been prepared…for each of you actually,” Arryn arose from the table and clapped his hands together. “My valet can show you the way. Rest well your excellency”, and the valet bowed and led the tired Nedra from the chamber.</p><p></p><p>“Now let us get going! We have a lot to do.” Beepu said.</p><p></p><p>“We aren’t going anywhere,” Daneath said.</p><p></p><p>“What? Why not!?” Beepu glared at the warrior.</p><p></p><p>“Because the Crimson Star isn’t paid yet,” Iesa said. “Nestra can’t do much until she is back in power.”</p><p></p><p>“Arryn,” I turned to ask. “What are you going to do to help Nestra?”</p><p></p><p>Arryn sat down heavily and with a frown said, “Well right now I can’t do much. I have men in the wilderness hunting down some packs of gnolls that have hitting settlements recently. That accounts for the majority of my men currently. I usually send them out to avoid the Hate Night. This whole event was…unforeseen.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s an understatement. How long until they return?” I pressed.</p><p></p><p>“About a week, and I will have a well-armed company. More than enough to handle the city guards. But…”</p><p></p><p>“But?”</p><p></p><p>“Vicam has Nestra’s coffers. The various encampments ranging for Uthgardt burial mounds have enough ne’er do wells to outnumber my men three to one.”</p><p></p><p>Daneath frowned in thought. “Those are bad odds for any fight. Whose side did you put the city watch in?”</p><p></p><p>“Vicam’s, because he’s still paying them. It would be helpful to get the Crimson Star’s support now though, but I don’t know where they are in this either with your…recent entanglement.”</p><p>Iesa stopped chewing a moment, “Why? What forces would they bring?”</p><p></p><p>“Fighting wise? None. But if they choose a side, noble and commoner alike will tend to not bet against them. Guardsmen stay home, certain paths become more difficult. That type of thing. By the Hells, even the nobles might lend men to the effort…if they thought they were backing the winner.”</p><p></p><p>“We should not be involved in this political theatre!” Beepu shouted. “I am sorry but we have more important things to do.”</p><p></p><p>“Beepu,” I said “This isn’t done. And the path looks like we need to encourage the Star to take a side and have them call off our debt. We have to show them the real winner.”</p><p></p><p>“Utter nonsense! No good will come from this maneuvering and machinations. We should let Nestra solve her own problems. Regardless, I need time to decipher these scrolls and catch up on this work I have been putting off because of you Myr,” and he stormed out of the room, almost bowling over the returning valet. </p><p></p><p>“Show me to my room! I have enough to do withou—” and Beepu’s voice trailed off as he walked away from the room.</p><p></p><p>“Thanks Beepu,” I said with my eyes downcast and more to myself. After a moment I turned to look at the others. “Well, I guess we need to do something that will get the Star’s favor.”</p><p></p><p>“What did you have in mind?” Daneath asked, leaning forward in his seat.</p><p></p><p>“We bring them Nestra’s head as originally asked. The fake one.” I corrected as I saw Arryn looked at me in shock.</p><p></p><p>“How? Arryn said he needs the men from the wilds.” Iesa said.</p><p></p><p>“We go back the way we came, break in at night and,” I gulped as I put the words together “remove her from the playing field.”</p><p></p><p>“Why would that help?” Daneath asked. </p><p></p><p>Iesa’s eyes widened. “Of course. Vicam still doesn’t really have his own power base yet, it’s based on Nestra. He’s lost the ability to make laws and orders in her name. But if she were to say something in a council or conducting business, everyone would follow her lead.”</p><p></p><p>“Right,” I nodded. “Without having the fake one, he can’t claim that Nestra is a fake. Without someone who was convincing, he can’t have her order the others around. She’s the key.”</p><p></p><p>“Just the three of us?” Daneath said incredulously.</p><p></p><p>“We’d be armed this time. We know the way, and they wouldn’t be prepared for anything.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t like this at all.” Daneath said.</p><p></p><p>Iesa leaned forward, “A quick dash in and out. And we can end this? I’m all for it.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not!” </p><p></p><p>“What’s the difficulty you are having with this Daneath?” Arryn asked.</p><p></p><p>“It’s not like the passages below are safe; large spiders and troglodytes at minimum. And house guards.” Daneath explained.</p><p></p><p>“I have an idea for the spider,” I quickly said. “And I’m not worried about the house; they aren’t going to have a pack of men upstairs, when they still need to cover the rest of the grounds. Granted the trogs…we could use more men.”</p><p></p><p>Arryn thought a moment. “I can perhaps spare two men to help you. I do prefer a more traditional fight. But this isn’t going to be one of those fights, and if you can do this—there might be less blood spilled.”</p><p></p><p>Daneath looked at Arryn in surprise, “What? You are taking their side?”</p><p></p><p>Arryn smiled, “They have the grasp of strategy. Your enemy doesn’t know you are coming, and they don’t know when. If I gather all my men together here, they will know who to watch, and where. Striking now you have an advantage. The longer you wait, they have time to ready themselves.”</p><p></p><p>“I admit, you are making a risk Arryn if you do this.” I said.</p><p></p><p>“That is true. But, a true commander knows what he can gamble. I can lose two men to help you.”</p><p></p><p>“What happens to us doesn’t cost you,” I countered with a wry grin.</p><p></p><p>“No. But you are motivated.” </p><p></p><p>“So Daneath? Five is better than three.” I said looking at him intently.</p><p></p><p>“We should do this. You are ‘Big D’ after all.” Iesa said in agreement.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, you have got to be…fine, fine FINE. Let’s get it over with.”</p><p></p><p>“Arryn,” I turned back to the old warrior, “Can we have a man drop a message off to a person in town? They have many of our things.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course. And I am willing to do one better. If you need any arms or armor, I can supply you from my armory.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, then. I need some parchment, a pen and a room. If you can send your messenger to me I will have a package ready for him.”</p><p></p><p>Arryn nodded. “Certainly, when will you leave?”</p><p></p><p>“Tonight, after we rest a bit.”</p><p></p><p>“Of course. Now Daneath, you certainly need some better arms. Come with me. You might learn something. You too Iesa. My valet will deliver your message.” And again, Arryn clapped his hands, and the boy appeared. He simply said, “Assist her. Until evening Myrai.” And he stood, bowed and left the room with the curious pair in tow. </p><p></p><p>I looked at the valet. Young, thin limbed, with sandy hair and brown eyes. But the one thing about him that stood out, was the aura of exhaustion. Even now he seemed winded, after had escorted Nestra and Beepu off to rooms elsewhere. But now he stood, breathing heavily and avoiding my gaze.</p><p></p><p>“Been a busy day?” I asked?</p><p></p><p>The boy shrugged, “Lots of runnin ‘round. Arryn’s squire isn’t ‘ere to help neither,” he said while staring at his feet.</p><p></p><p>“I see. Do you have a name?” </p><p></p><p>He nodded, and still didn’t raise his eyes. “Jarris, ser—er m’lady.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not a noble, but thanks I suppose. Jarris, I am going to give you a bundle with a note to run to a tailor in mid-town. I will have a couple of errands for you on your return and after I rest a bit.”</p><p></p><p>“What kind of errands?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I need to see if there is any arms or armor I can use, get some empty flasks, and lastly I need someone to purchase something for me.</p><p></p><p>“Sounds better than cleaning the scullery.”</p><p></p><p>“I would have killed for a chance to clean a scullery. When I was your age, I was polishing the rust off of manacles…for days.”</p><p></p><p>“By yourself?”</p><p></p><p>“No... with about twenty other kids. There were a lot of manacles.”</p><p></p><p>“I guess a scullery wouldn’t be as bad. What did you need bought though?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh that? I need a large sheep.”</p><p></p><p>Session notes:</p><p></p><p>So why did Beepu leave? Because Beepu’s player wasn’t going to be available for the next session. The DM didn’t want to play him, nor let us double up. But we did make an elaborate setup, to do basically what happened next.</p><p></p><p>1654</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nthal, post: 7593147, member: 6971069"] [b]Altering the Deal, Part 2 - 04/17/2019[/b] [B][CENTER]Altering the Deal, Part 2. [/CENTER] [/B] [B][CENTER]There is a difference between being intelligent and being smart. An intelligent person rationalizes everything, and really intelligent people do it to a degree that leaves nothing to chance. A smart person though, doesn’t rationalize anything. In fact, they would point out that most people don’t behave rationally at all. And really smart people come up with solutions that make an intelligent person say, ‘that makes no sense to me!’ Of course, it doesn’t. It only has to make ‘sense’ to the party that matters. [/CENTER] [/B] While the light had faded somewhat, we were still able to see. We moved down the passage and up a flight of stairs. We arrived in a chamber, with a tall arched ceiling, and near the top, was a rough open window in the rock to the outside. The light from the window above guided us and fed our hopes. Below it, the passage was choked with debris. Not just rock, but roots of plants, soil and scattered leaves. We made our way through the passage and we could hear the sounds of the river rushing past, the smell of soil and the taste of moisture in the air. As we made our way up the passage, we finally arrived at curtain of foliage, and we pushed our way through them. Finally, we were outside. The roots covering the passage were nestled in a cluster of boulders in the hillside. There was no sign of buildings or ruins anywhere near. Why was a temple here? Why hide it? It didn’t make much sense, but it didn’t have to I supposed. We made our way towards the river, and the brush cleared enough to see that we managed to come out upstream from Yartar far from the fisheries and the tanneries. We found ourselves on a bluff overlooking the eastern road, entering the town. We were still hiding in the brush, uncertain on what to do. A quick walk and we would be in the town itself. Of course, that would be people with normal business. “Foggle can see the gate, and a lot of foot traffic entering the city as well,” Beepu said after the owl landed nearby. “Did he notice anything suspicious about the guard’s behavior?” Daneath asked. “No. He did not get that close, and I do not believe Foggle would be able to determine ‘suspicious behavior.’” “Give me some time, I’ll scout ahead and see what’s up,” Iesa said. “What? In your finest clothes? Is that wise?” Beepu said pointedly. “I’ll take care of that. Stay here out of sight,” and with that Iesa moved towards the town. The sun rose steadily higher and higher, and was near Peak, when he returned. In his hands, were some rough spun tunics, cloaks, and robes. But more importantly he had some interesting information. “What do you mean? They aren’t looking for anyone?” Daneath said puzzled. “Yep; the guards are completely bored,” Iesa explained. “They aren’t searching wagons, going in or out. I made some conversation with some of the locals, and beyond drunken stories about the Hate Night, there isn’t any news. Certainly, no one is publicly talking about strange events or wanted figures.” “That seems odd. With all the strange goings on in the manor that we caused, you would think that at least someone would…react?” Daneath said. “I don’t think we got away that clean,” I said after thinking a moment. “It might be that they don’t want to cause a lot of barkle.” “What?” everyone said at once. “Um…distracting noise? Or perhaps they want to keep it quiet.” Iesa nodded, “You read my mind Myrai. I’m guessing that the guards aren’t in the know yet. Maybe that Drow has friends looking for us instead.” “Comforting,” I said drily. “So, can we get to the Blades without being seen?” “Well, let’s get everyone dressed up,” and he tossed the bundle of clothing to Daneath, “…or down rather. I know enough of the town that we can take alleys and stay out of sight for the most part.” “That’s good. I’m eager to get this over with,” Nestra said with relief. I start pulling over my head a rough spun robe, “So, get past the guards, get to the blades’ compound, and find some time to get our stuff back.” “Yeah mostly that,” Iesa said half focused on the conversation. “We could send Foggle to pick up Mo,” I said with a smirk. Iesa returned the grin, “Well…yes. I do want Mo back at my side. But I doubt he has changed his mind about Foggle.” We donned the robes and cloaks and made our way down to the eastern road. The roadway was packed with farmers and livestock, and not cargo and wagons like the western gate. And as Iesa had said, the guards were barely paying attention to really anyone of note as we entered Yartar again. The streets of Yartar had signs of disarray. While banners were being taken down with care, many of banners and ribbons appeared to have been torn down and damaged during the revelry. The mood was somber; many folk were avoiding making loud noises, and others were walking unsteadily, trying not to look at the sun at peak. But few paid attention to us, as Iesa lead us down several alleyways, keeping us off the main thoroughfares. It was quicker than I expected, as we encountered little in the terms of crowds. All the while, I felt on edge. Were we really being watched or hunted? For the moment I was simply glad we weren’t heading towards ‘The Lusty Bard.’ It wasn’t long before we found ourselves circling a squared, walled compound. The grey stone walls stood at least three men high, with battlements, and towers on each corner. We made our way to the front where a pair of guards, dressed in mail stood attentively in front of a heavily reinforced oaken door. As we approached, I could see their hands move towards the swords at their hips. They were expecting trouble, and their open helms didn’t conceal the look of concern on their faces as they looked over each of us one by one. One of them took a step forward and pointed at Beepu. “You; what is your name and business?” the guard intoned. He sounded nervous, like he expected trouble but not clear from where. Beepu was taken aback for a moment, and quickly repied, “I am Beepu, and I wish to see Arryn Quinte at once!” The guards looked at each other, and the second guard nodded, and pounded on the door with his mailed fist. “You are expected; are there any others?” and the scraping sounds of wood against metal was audible. Beepu thought for a moment, “Erm, no. We do not expect anyone else.” The guard nodded, and the double door, split open and two other guards emerged, with hands also at their sword hilts, eyes looking around with concern. The second guard then said, “These are the ones, take them to Arryn immediately.” The pair nodded and waited for us to follow them. We stepped inside the compound; it was essentially a walled fort with a large open area dominating the courtyard. Pells were arranged on one side, and archery targets were arranged on the other. From here, I could see that guards were patrolling the walls, while none were engaged on either the pells or targets. Today was not a day for practice it appeared. The guards led us past the unused equipment, and towards the entrance to an inner bailey. Quickly ascending some steps, they opened the door, and led us within. Before long we were ushered into what appeared to be a small dining hall, where the silver haired Arryn Quinte was pacing near the head of the table. Upon seeing Nestra, the look on his face changed from concern to relief. “Nestra you are safe. I was concerned when you didn’t appear at first light.” “Some…complications underneath delayed us. But my…guardians saw me through.” Nestra said, gesturing towards us. We had begun to remove our peasant garb, when a valet appeared to take our robes from our hands. “I see. But I do forget myself, I did ask you to prove you are the real Nestra. Do you have something to show me.” Arryn said apologetically Nestra nodded and reached into her satchel and pulled out an oblong object and some parchment and handed them to Arryn. He looked over a pair of documents with interest, and then looked at the object at one end. “I remember these, and the seal matches. And not just any seal either; your personal one not the general business seal. Forgive me for doubting, but I needed to be certain.” Nestra nodded and pulled out a chair from the table and fell into it exhausted. “Some food perhaps, Arryn? We are all quite famished.” I said, “Especially her excellency.” “Of course,” and a quick clap of his hands sent the valet out of the room with the discarded clothes, and in a few moments he returned with flagons, bread and cheese. We dove in, our hunger stripping away any pretense of manners. “So Arryn, what happened last night after we left?” Daneath asked. “I know we caused a bit of excitement on our exit.” “Surprisingly enough, not much. Arakhan made a lot of noise about a torch, but nothing really happened until very late in the morning. I saw that that Vicam’s mood changed and was angry. He was very angry at the drow he hired, as well as at Arakhan. But it wasn’t clear on what. But he was certainly eager to get us all out of the house once the fog retreated.” “Can’t imagine why,” Iesa said tearing at the bread with his teeth. “It sounds like someone poisoned his puppy.” Arryn looked at Iesa with a bemused look, “Well if you believe Vicam has tears, I have a decanter full of them for sale. But he was indeed furious. I did notice that he certainly didn’t consult or even speak to…the pretender Nestra. The Nestra I know always wanted to know about the important details.” Turning to Nestra with a smile. “He did like to try to keep my nose out of things too often” Nestra commented sourly. “Pity, he actually had potential. Now I see that he simply wants to grow beyond his place.” “So, are all the tinmen, and iron for show, or were you expecting trouble?” I asked after swallowing some cheese. “Well, I didn’t know what manner to expect you, but I was worried about Vicam,” Arryn explained. “But I have a few friends in the watch. Last we heard, no orders beyond celebration clean up and assessing party fines where needed.” “Thank you again, Arryn for your help. Can I trust you to help to remove Vicam from my seat?” Nestra asked. “Of course, your excellency. Our loyalty has always been to the ruler of Yartar, and you are still that.” Arryn replied, his fist touching his heart. “While the nap below was helpful…I feel the need to retire and rest properly.” Nestra said arising. “Thank you again, Daneath, Iesa, Beepu and Myrai. Once I have taken back my seat, I will make sure that the ‘Crimson Star’ is aware of you…value to me. Now Arryn, if you could spare a chamber for me—” “One has already been prepared…for each of you actually,” Arryn arose from the table and clapped his hands together. “My valet can show you the way. Rest well your excellency”, and the valet bowed and led the tired Nedra from the chamber. “Now let us get going! We have a lot to do.” Beepu said. “We aren’t going anywhere,” Daneath said. “What? Why not!?” Beepu glared at the warrior. “Because the Crimson Star isn’t paid yet,” Iesa said. “Nestra can’t do much until she is back in power.” “Arryn,” I turned to ask. “What are you going to do to help Nestra?” Arryn sat down heavily and with a frown said, “Well right now I can’t do much. I have men in the wilderness hunting down some packs of gnolls that have hitting settlements recently. That accounts for the majority of my men currently. I usually send them out to avoid the Hate Night. This whole event was…unforeseen.” “That’s an understatement. How long until they return?” I pressed. “About a week, and I will have a well-armed company. More than enough to handle the city guards. But…” “But?” “Vicam has Nestra’s coffers. The various encampments ranging for Uthgardt burial mounds have enough ne’er do wells to outnumber my men three to one.” Daneath frowned in thought. “Those are bad odds for any fight. Whose side did you put the city watch in?” “Vicam’s, because he’s still paying them. It would be helpful to get the Crimson Star’s support now though, but I don’t know where they are in this either with your…recent entanglement.” Iesa stopped chewing a moment, “Why? What forces would they bring?” “Fighting wise? None. But if they choose a side, noble and commoner alike will tend to not bet against them. Guardsmen stay home, certain paths become more difficult. That type of thing. By the Hells, even the nobles might lend men to the effort…if they thought they were backing the winner.” “We should not be involved in this political theatre!” Beepu shouted. “I am sorry but we have more important things to do.” “Beepu,” I said “This isn’t done. And the path looks like we need to encourage the Star to take a side and have them call off our debt. We have to show them the real winner.” “Utter nonsense! No good will come from this maneuvering and machinations. We should let Nestra solve her own problems. Regardless, I need time to decipher these scrolls and catch up on this work I have been putting off because of you Myr,” and he stormed out of the room, almost bowling over the returning valet. “Show me to my room! I have enough to do withou—” and Beepu’s voice trailed off as he walked away from the room. “Thanks Beepu,” I said with my eyes downcast and more to myself. After a moment I turned to look at the others. “Well, I guess we need to do something that will get the Star’s favor.” “What did you have in mind?” Daneath asked, leaning forward in his seat. “We bring them Nestra’s head as originally asked. The fake one.” I corrected as I saw Arryn looked at me in shock. “How? Arryn said he needs the men from the wilds.” Iesa said. “We go back the way we came, break in at night and,” I gulped as I put the words together “remove her from the playing field.” “Why would that help?” Daneath asked. Iesa’s eyes widened. “Of course. Vicam still doesn’t really have his own power base yet, it’s based on Nestra. He’s lost the ability to make laws and orders in her name. But if she were to say something in a council or conducting business, everyone would follow her lead.” “Right,” I nodded. “Without having the fake one, he can’t claim that Nestra is a fake. Without someone who was convincing, he can’t have her order the others around. She’s the key.” “Just the three of us?” Daneath said incredulously. “We’d be armed this time. We know the way, and they wouldn’t be prepared for anything.” “I don’t like this at all.” Daneath said. Iesa leaned forward, “A quick dash in and out. And we can end this? I’m all for it.” “I’m not!” “What’s the difficulty you are having with this Daneath?” Arryn asked. “It’s not like the passages below are safe; large spiders and troglodytes at minimum. And house guards.” Daneath explained. “I have an idea for the spider,” I quickly said. “And I’m not worried about the house; they aren’t going to have a pack of men upstairs, when they still need to cover the rest of the grounds. Granted the trogs…we could use more men.” Arryn thought a moment. “I can perhaps spare two men to help you. I do prefer a more traditional fight. But this isn’t going to be one of those fights, and if you can do this—there might be less blood spilled.” Daneath looked at Arryn in surprise, “What? You are taking their side?” Arryn smiled, “They have the grasp of strategy. Your enemy doesn’t know you are coming, and they don’t know when. If I gather all my men together here, they will know who to watch, and where. Striking now you have an advantage. The longer you wait, they have time to ready themselves.” “I admit, you are making a risk Arryn if you do this.” I said. “That is true. But, a true commander knows what he can gamble. I can lose two men to help you.” “What happens to us doesn’t cost you,” I countered with a wry grin. “No. But you are motivated.” “So Daneath? Five is better than three.” I said looking at him intently. “We should do this. You are ‘Big D’ after all.” Iesa said in agreement. “Oh, you have got to be…fine, fine FINE. Let’s get it over with.” “Arryn,” I turned back to the old warrior, “Can we have a man drop a message off to a person in town? They have many of our things.” “Of course. And I am willing to do one better. If you need any arms or armor, I can supply you from my armory.” “Well, then. I need some parchment, a pen and a room. If you can send your messenger to me I will have a package ready for him.” Arryn nodded. “Certainly, when will you leave?” “Tonight, after we rest a bit.” “Of course. Now Daneath, you certainly need some better arms. Come with me. You might learn something. You too Iesa. My valet will deliver your message.” And again, Arryn clapped his hands, and the boy appeared. He simply said, “Assist her. Until evening Myrai.” And he stood, bowed and left the room with the curious pair in tow. I looked at the valet. Young, thin limbed, with sandy hair and brown eyes. But the one thing about him that stood out, was the aura of exhaustion. Even now he seemed winded, after had escorted Nestra and Beepu off to rooms elsewhere. But now he stood, breathing heavily and avoiding my gaze. “Been a busy day?” I asked? The boy shrugged, “Lots of runnin ‘round. Arryn’s squire isn’t ‘ere to help neither,” he said while staring at his feet. “I see. Do you have a name?” He nodded, and still didn’t raise his eyes. “Jarris, ser—er m’lady.” “I’m not a noble, but thanks I suppose. Jarris, I am going to give you a bundle with a note to run to a tailor in mid-town. I will have a couple of errands for you on your return and after I rest a bit.” “What kind of errands?” “Well, I need to see if there is any arms or armor I can use, get some empty flasks, and lastly I need someone to purchase something for me. “Sounds better than cleaning the scullery.” “I would have killed for a chance to clean a scullery. When I was your age, I was polishing the rust off of manacles…for days.” “By yourself?” “No... with about twenty other kids. There were a lot of manacles.” “I guess a scullery wouldn’t be as bad. What did you need bought though?” “Oh that? I need a large sheep.” Session notes: So why did Beepu leave? Because Beepu’s player wasn’t going to be available for the next session. The DM didn’t want to play him, nor let us double up. But we did make an elaborate setup, to do basically what happened next. 1654 [/QUOTE]
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