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Knightmares of Khorvaire

Marta and Tyler Du'Orien go to the staircase to advance up to the second floor, with Tomanta and Margan following close behind. They reach the door to Marta's room, and all four walk in and take seats. Marta goes to her bag and pulls out some parchments and hands them to Tyler.

Zook gets up from the table and walks out of the inn entirely (and unbeknownst to the group, has himself a quick smoke outside.)

Luthal also rises from the table and begins walking around the dining area and the front room of the inn... intimidating (albeit unintentionally) the various patrons who can be found on the first floor.

Lynx stays at the table looking a bit perplexed as to how he acquired the role of interrogator, but his fears are allayed just a bit as Kolarred, Lyran, and Kort all agree to stay with him and assist in the questioning. Erreaminin continues with his lopsided grin, and the shifter wizard realizes that it's probably time to begin.
 

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Kort watched as the others began leaving the room to head upstairs, or to simply check out the inn further, and wondered if they knew how thin the binding of the charm spell truly was. It was a common misconception that people harbored about those who practiced magecraft, even moreso as most mages were too afraid to admit that their spells were anything less than stunning and powerful.

'Don't worry lad, ye ask the questions and I will make sure if the spell falls he will as well.'

Zook sees the dwarf hanging around in the common room he sees as he light a cigar. He goes over to Korth. “Hi, Korth right?...” “seems our paths are crossing, I have a special interest for tobacco and it's uses, can you tell me what kind of leaves you smoke?” he turns his head to see towards Lynx that sits infront of Erremin, with a big interrogation sign in his face “Seems to me that Lynx is having some problems with the interrogation” “do you possess that kind of skill Korth? Interrogation skills with no use of violence that is” he turns his head again towards Lynx “why don't you take and ask him concrete questions that he can answer in the same order?” “don't you think thats a good idea Korth?” Zook smiles again very happy withimself about his brilliant idea, he hands the dwarf a little belt pouch “that is a leaf my aunt Rhk grows in her backyard” “she uses some oils and herbs between layers of tobacco leafs, very good indeed, take this pouch it contains to about one cigar of the size you got there”
 


"I presume he means the Order of the Emerald Claw...we need to know how many of them, alive and dead, are after us...and what sort of undead capabilities they have. Will this one know?"

“why don't you take and ask him concrete questions that he can answer in the same order?”

'I.. how would I know? .. How.. I mean I did that?, didn't I?'
the Shifter growls, his clawlike fingers grating deep marks into the fine tablewood as finds himself in a sort of cross examination between Zook and the Templar of the Silver Flame.

Digging once more into his crowded bags with a frustrated snarl, Lynx produces the sketches on the Emerald Claw, holding them up for Erreaminin to see.
'So.. uh.. once again my friend. Don't leave me hanging... see how those guys will heckle me if you don't help me out here? Is this.. the Claw I mean? thats your people or employer?'
 

'Find out who his contacts are in town.'

'Also find out what he knows about what the others have planned.'

'Find out who he is supposed to meet, where, and when, to give his report, and see if he knows what the plan is if he fails.'

'We must know who his boss is, and if he knows the way to the temple.'

'Well, since you're aware now that we are now 10 people strong, how many people does your team have in Vedykar?'

'What Order are you speaking of?'

'We need to know how many of them, alive and dead, are after us.'

'What sort of undead capabilities they have.'

'Is this.. the Claw I mean? thats your people or employer?'


As the group in the dining room all scatter and each offers their own question for the former-elf-now-human waiter, Lynx's mind swims with all the info he's been expected to retain and interrogate Erreaminin with. Sir Kolarred and Kort both sense Lynx's unease and tension, while Lyran has been more concerned with the Emerald Claw connection and Zook is having more fun just smoking and comparing his and the dwarf's tobacco.

Kolarred ((Sense Motive [19] + 6 = 25 / DC 15))
Kort ((Sense Motive [17] + -2 = 15 / DC 15))
Lyran ((Sense Motive [4] + 3 = 7 / DC 15))
Zook ((Sense Motive [8] + 6 = 14 / DC 15))


Kolarred places a hand on the wizards' shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze, which at first takes Lynx aback, but then after a deep breath, he realizes that his friends have his back and will help him out through all of this. He nods to the group, writes down all the questions that were thrown at him, and the interrogation begins one response at a time.

'What Order are you speaking of? Is this.. the Claw I mean? thats your people or employer?'

'Oh yes. The Order of the Emerald Claw will rule this land someday. King Kaius the Third will fall, and our Order will take control!'

'Who are you supposed to meet, where, and when, to give your report, and do you know what the plan is if you fail? Who are your contacts in town?'

'My only contact is with Kendra Paxus. She's my friend. She hired me to come here and poison you all. I'm not to meet her after this, because she's already left. She left with her group of Claws heading north.'

'We must know who your boss is, and does he knows the way to the temple? What do you know about what the others have planned?'

'Zola Ko is in charge. He leads us. They didn't let me meet him though... but hopefully soon I will! He is wonderful! But I don't know of any temple you mention though, I'm afraid.'

'Well, since you're aware now that we are now 10 people strong, how many people does your team have in Vedykar? We need to know how many of them, alive and dead, are after us and what sort of undead capabilities they have.'

'I don't really know how many Claws total there are, I'm afraid. I do know Kendra said that Zola came into town last night and he had three Claws and a strange half-orc with him. But that's all. I do not know how many were heading north. And undead? I've never seen any undead. Or at least Kendra never mentioned using undead before. But perhaps that has changed? I do not know.'
 

Marta, Tyler, Tomanta, and Margan all sit down in Marta's room, each one ready to pass on the information to the other and then get going. With the attempt on the Knightmare's life downstairs, no one is looking to dawdle. Tyler is flipping through the pages of the paperwork that Marta handed to him, while the other three sit silently and wait for him to finish.

Tyler spends another 30 seconds skimming the pages, then looks up from them and into his Housemates eyes. 'So we have here a map into the Spires, some passwords, and a couple clues of areas to avoid within the temple.'

Marta replies... 'That is correct. As you were no doubt told by your father, there is a special magical rod found within a temple in the Ashen Spires. The rod has a dragonshard at each end, and if our information is correct, it allows for the creation of large numbers of intelligent undead. From what we understand, the temple was dedicated to the Blood of Vol and they used it as a place of transformation during the Last War. Large numbers of vampires, mummies, ghosts and the like were created there and then let loose on the world. However, at some point mass production stopped. We do not know if there had been an accident at the temple... perhaps the living were overtaken by the very creatures they created... perhaps the temple itself was destroyed... we don't know. All we do know is that it is believed the rod still remains within, and that the Order of the Emerald Claw is trying to find it. House Orien and House Tharashk have been charged with finding it. Which is why you...' she nods to Tyler, 'and you...' she nods to Tomanta, 'are going there to find it before they do. Are there any questions?'
 

Kort paused his smoking as one of the newcomers approached him and Kort cursed his inability to remember people's names until he had been around them more than once.

I can commit a tome to memory in a matter of minutes, but it seems to take months to learn a name. Aye but my craft is a fickle mistress.

“Hi, Korth right?...” “seems our paths are crossing, I have a special interest for tobacco and it's uses, can you tell me what kind of leaves you smoke?”

Looking down to the glowing ember at the tip of his cigar, Kort wished that he could be enjoying the taste of the topic of their conversation, but he had sworn to assist those he would travel with and alienating them with an icy demeanor would not be the best way to start off.

'It is called Blackleaf, due to the darkness of the leaves before they are dried and pressed. I have been told that the taste is an acquired one, as the flavor is much stronger than what most is used to. However, after smoking these for as long as I have, I have found most other smokes lacking in taste."


Zook turned his head to see towards Lynx that sits infront of Erremin, with a big interrogation sign in his face “Seems to me that Lynx is having some problems with the interrogation” “do you possess that kind of skill Korth? Interrogation skills with no use of violence that is” he turns his head again towards Lynx “why don't you take and ask him concrete questions that he can answer in the same order?” “don't you think thats a good idea Korth?” Zook smiles again very happy withimself about his brilliant idea, he hands the dwarf a little belt pouch “that is a leaf my aunt Rhk grows in her backyard” “she uses some oils and herbs between layers of tobacco leafs, very good indeed, take this pouch it contains to about one cigar of the size you got there”

As the man started rattling off questions and ideas, Korthus took a pull from his cigar and exhaled it slowly to the side as he let the man's steam lower once more.

'While I could learn the spell that the strapling has used to snare the man's affection, that type of magery is not my strong point. I have focused my spells to be prepared for the dangers that one could encounter along the road, than for enticing a young wench into a late night dalliance.

Kort took the offered pouch and reached into his vest pocket and withdrew the simple leather case he had bought for holding his cigars. He was down to his last two but could not offer one of his own after taking one from the newcomer.

'Here ye go, but if the taste is not to your liking, don't feel like you're alone.'

As the other mage began questioning the waiter, Kort fell silent and focused his full attention on the transaction of information at hand and was chilled with the strange smiling way the man who had just tried to poison those at the table continued to smile as he spoke of those who would still continue to seek out their death.

So it shall be with the Claw we pit ourselves against. So be it.
 
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Hearing the names that the waiter rattles off, Kort gets a nagging thought about them... as though he might of heard one of them before.

((Kort, please make a Knowledge [Arcana] roll))
 

Luthal moves about the room, looking hard into the face of each occupant. While close to the interrogation, his ears pricked up at the mention of the Emerald Claw. I can't say I am suprised to hear that, he thinks. Luthal moves closer to the table to get a better vantage point on the interview.

"The room seems safe enough. None of these softies look dangerous. I'll check the kitchen."

He walked towards the back of the inn. While walking, he drew a finely constructed throwing axe from a sheath on his belt, fingering its edge. Seemingly satisfied that its edge was sharp, he put it loosely into the sheath, ready to draw at a moment's notice.
 
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