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<blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 185281" data-attributes="member: 93"><p><strong>Tor, June 18th, AE 420</strong></p><p></p><p>The city of Tor sits on the very edge of the southern reaches of the Endicott Mountains, the immense range that divides the known world in half. Founded 700 years ago on the ruins of a fortress built by the Empire of Ar-Ainador a millenia before that, Tor is an independent city-state of about 35,000 citizens, of which nearly 45% are dwarves. The city itself is divided into two sections, the High City, where the government and wealthy live and operate, and the Low City, where the rest of the population dwells. The city is well-run and pleasantly kept-up, and the party enters late in the afternoon, hoping to find an Inn to rest at, having just had to do their first actual physical journeying since their delving into the caverns beneath Shadow Springs.</p><p></p><p>They take a few hours to get the lay of the land and locate the address found in Johann’s room: 42 Shaded Lane. Jovah and Gavin spend some time in the dwarven neighborhoods, speaking with metalworkers and weaponsmiths. Jovah is enjoying being around people more his size for the first time in ages, and Gavin is trying to promote emigration to Shadow Springs.</p><p></p><p>“You know, the rumors of Drow in the area are <em>highly</em> exaggerated,” he says to one group of dwarven smiths.</p><p></p><p>This leaves Jalea, Reana, Brennen, Soldago, and Corwin to locate the address. Jalea offers to find it on his own, but Reana won’t let him out of her sight. The elf pouts, and tries to sneak off, unsuccessfully. Twice.</p><p></p><p>They find the street they’re looking for pretty easily. It turns out Shaded Lane is the street in the Low City nearest to the cliff wall. It is therefore literally in the shadow of the High City for a good part of the day, hence it’s name. It also is a narrow, middle-class area, with most buildings having shops on the first floor and residences above. 42 Shaded Lane is a small two-story home, very neat and proper. They return to the Inn and rejoin Jovah and Gavin, and begin to make plans.</p><p></p><p>“I say we send Jovah up there to get him to open the door and let us in,” Gavin suggests. “Jovah can use his ring if he needs to.”</p><p></p><p>“I could take Brennen or Gavin up there to be my ‘bodyguard’,” Jovah adds. “Everyone else can be laying low in the area.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds good to me,” Brennen says.</p><p></p><p>“What do I ask him?” the gnome asks.</p><p></p><p>“Hi, I’m looking for Dahloss?” Brennen offers.</p><p></p><p>“And then brain him?” the gnome queries.</p><p></p><p>“Uh, sure.”</p><p></p><p>They decide to wing it, and approach the house just as it is beginning to get dark and a light rain begins to fall. Jovah and Brennen go up to the door, and Jovah knocks. A viewing window in the door opens, and a pair of eyes peer out and down at the gnomish Luck-Priest.</p><p></p><p>“Can I help you?”</p><p></p><p>Jovah draws himself up as high as he can.</p><p></p><p>“Hello there! My name is Jovah, and I have some important business to discuss with you! I’m from the Uptown, uh… the high town, I mean the High City, and I need to speak with you…” He activates the <em>charm</em> ability of his <em>ring of human control</em>.</p><p></p><p>“Uh, yeah, hang on there just a sec,” the man behind the door says, and closes the window.</p><p></p><p>“Hmm, that didn’t go very well,” Jovah whispers to Brennen.</p><p></p><p>Brennen hears footsteps heading away from the door, and then the sounds of spellcasting. He grabs Jovah and takes cover to the side of the door, fearing a <em>lightning bolt</em> or other magic coming through the door.</p><p></p><p>Nothing happens.</p><p></p><p>“Damn!” Brennen curses under his breath. He steps back up the door and tries the door handle. Locked. He puts his shoulder into the door and tries to bust it open, with no luck.</p><p></p><p>Soldago rushes down the alleyway to the right side of the house, and Reana rushes down the the left. The back yard of the house is surrounded by an eight foot stone wall, with a wooden gate on each side. Soldago tries to climb the wall, but finds it tough to get a good grip.</p><p></p><p><em>Soldago comes from the great prairies of Nali, and has only a 10 strength to boot. He has no points in climb, and thus is helpless when presented with walls, and trees, and such things. After all, there isn’t much on the prairie to practice your climbing skills on, is there?</em></p><p></p><p>Gavin rushes down to back up Soldago, and Corwin runs to help Reana. Aris stays back at the front watching, with Jalea. Jalea shakes his head ruefully.</p><p></p><p>“Amateurs,” he says, condescendingly.</p><p></p><p>“You gonna help out with that door?” Aris asks.</p><p></p><p>“Oh no,” Jalea replies. “They seem to have the situation well in hand.”</p><p></p><p>Brennen tries to knock down the door again, with Jovah’s help. They fail again.</p><p></p><p>Corwin tries to look into the windows along the side of the house as he runs to the back. He sees a door open all by itself, and then close again. He looks to Reana, who is partway over the stone wall.</p><p></p><p>“He’s invisible!” he whispers.</p><p></p><p>On the other side of the house, Gavin tries to boost Soldago over the wall. Out in front, Jalea and Aris hear a crashing clatter of armor and weapons as Soldago falls on Gavin. Jalea winces.</p><p></p><p><em>Soldago rolled a natural one to try and climb the wall, and Gavin rolled a natural one on his strength check to boost him. Not their finest hours, by a long shot.</em></p><p></p><p>Aris looks at Jalea and raises an eyebrow.</p><p></p><p>“Alright, alright,” Jalea says. “Anything but the eyebrow.”</p><p></p><p>He saunters up to Jovah and Brennen at the front door. “Need a hand?”</p><p></p><p>He picks the lock with ludicrous ease, and opens the door for them. </p><p></p><p>“After you,” he says</p><p></p><p>In back, Reana sees the back door to the house; it is open. She looks for signs of Dahloss, and sees footprints on the wet flagstones, running towards the rear gate of the yard. She flops over the wall and rushes up to where they are headed, swinging wildly with her shortsword. She connects on something. At about this time Gavin has opened the side gate on the right side, and enters the yard just in time to see Dahloss become visible, casting a spell directed at Reana. There is no immediate apparent effect, however.</p><p></p><p>Brennen bursts through the rear door with Jovah hot on his heels. Aris climbs over the left wall easily, and approaches Dahloss, who after failing in another spell attempt on Gavin, doesn’t much like his chances.</p><p></p><p>“Okay! I give up! What the hell is this all about, anyway?”</p><p></p><p>The party accepts his surrender, and begins to bind his hands. Reana, meanwhile, is staring blankly off into space. </p><p></p><p>“Uh, you might want to disarm her,” Dahloss adds a little sheepishly, pointing at Reana.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kid Charlemagne, post: 185281, member: 93"] [b]Tor, June 18th, AE 420[/b] The city of Tor sits on the very edge of the southern reaches of the Endicott Mountains, the immense range that divides the known world in half. Founded 700 years ago on the ruins of a fortress built by the Empire of Ar-Ainador a millenia before that, Tor is an independent city-state of about 35,000 citizens, of which nearly 45% are dwarves. The city itself is divided into two sections, the High City, where the government and wealthy live and operate, and the Low City, where the rest of the population dwells. The city is well-run and pleasantly kept-up, and the party enters late in the afternoon, hoping to find an Inn to rest at, having just had to do their first actual physical journeying since their delving into the caverns beneath Shadow Springs. They take a few hours to get the lay of the land and locate the address found in Johann’s room: 42 Shaded Lane. Jovah and Gavin spend some time in the dwarven neighborhoods, speaking with metalworkers and weaponsmiths. Jovah is enjoying being around people more his size for the first time in ages, and Gavin is trying to promote emigration to Shadow Springs. “You know, the rumors of Drow in the area are [i]highly[/i] exaggerated,” he says to one group of dwarven smiths. This leaves Jalea, Reana, Brennen, Soldago, and Corwin to locate the address. Jalea offers to find it on his own, but Reana won’t let him out of her sight. The elf pouts, and tries to sneak off, unsuccessfully. Twice. They find the street they’re looking for pretty easily. It turns out Shaded Lane is the street in the Low City nearest to the cliff wall. It is therefore literally in the shadow of the High City for a good part of the day, hence it’s name. It also is a narrow, middle-class area, with most buildings having shops on the first floor and residences above. 42 Shaded Lane is a small two-story home, very neat and proper. They return to the Inn and rejoin Jovah and Gavin, and begin to make plans. “I say we send Jovah up there to get him to open the door and let us in,” Gavin suggests. “Jovah can use his ring if he needs to.” “I could take Brennen or Gavin up there to be my ‘bodyguard’,” Jovah adds. “Everyone else can be laying low in the area.” “Sounds good to me,” Brennen says. “What do I ask him?” the gnome asks. “Hi, I’m looking for Dahloss?” Brennen offers. “And then brain him?” the gnome queries. “Uh, sure.” They decide to wing it, and approach the house just as it is beginning to get dark and a light rain begins to fall. Jovah and Brennen go up to the door, and Jovah knocks. A viewing window in the door opens, and a pair of eyes peer out and down at the gnomish Luck-Priest. “Can I help you?” Jovah draws himself up as high as he can. “Hello there! My name is Jovah, and I have some important business to discuss with you! I’m from the Uptown, uh… the high town, I mean the High City, and I need to speak with you…” He activates the [i]charm[/i] ability of his [i]ring of human control[/i]. “Uh, yeah, hang on there just a sec,” the man behind the door says, and closes the window. “Hmm, that didn’t go very well,” Jovah whispers to Brennen. Brennen hears footsteps heading away from the door, and then the sounds of spellcasting. He grabs Jovah and takes cover to the side of the door, fearing a [i]lightning bolt[/i] or other magic coming through the door. Nothing happens. “Damn!” Brennen curses under his breath. He steps back up the door and tries the door handle. Locked. He puts his shoulder into the door and tries to bust it open, with no luck. Soldago rushes down the alleyway to the right side of the house, and Reana rushes down the the left. The back yard of the house is surrounded by an eight foot stone wall, with a wooden gate on each side. Soldago tries to climb the wall, but finds it tough to get a good grip. [i]Soldago comes from the great prairies of Nali, and has only a 10 strength to boot. He has no points in climb, and thus is helpless when presented with walls, and trees, and such things. After all, there isn’t much on the prairie to practice your climbing skills on, is there?[/i] Gavin rushes down to back up Soldago, and Corwin runs to help Reana. Aris stays back at the front watching, with Jalea. Jalea shakes his head ruefully. “Amateurs,” he says, condescendingly. “You gonna help out with that door?” Aris asks. “Oh no,” Jalea replies. “They seem to have the situation well in hand.” Brennen tries to knock down the door again, with Jovah’s help. They fail again. Corwin tries to look into the windows along the side of the house as he runs to the back. He sees a door open all by itself, and then close again. He looks to Reana, who is partway over the stone wall. “He’s invisible!” he whispers. On the other side of the house, Gavin tries to boost Soldago over the wall. Out in front, Jalea and Aris hear a crashing clatter of armor and weapons as Soldago falls on Gavin. Jalea winces. [i]Soldago rolled a natural one to try and climb the wall, and Gavin rolled a natural one on his strength check to boost him. Not their finest hours, by a long shot.[/i] Aris looks at Jalea and raises an eyebrow. “Alright, alright,” Jalea says. “Anything but the eyebrow.” He saunters up to Jovah and Brennen at the front door. “Need a hand?” He picks the lock with ludicrous ease, and opens the door for them. “After you,” he says In back, Reana sees the back door to the house; it is open. She looks for signs of Dahloss, and sees footprints on the wet flagstones, running towards the rear gate of the yard. She flops over the wall and rushes up to where they are headed, swinging wildly with her shortsword. She connects on something. At about this time Gavin has opened the side gate on the right side, and enters the yard just in time to see Dahloss become visible, casting a spell directed at Reana. There is no immediate apparent effect, however. Brennen bursts through the rear door with Jovah hot on his heels. Aris climbs over the left wall easily, and approaches Dahloss, who after failing in another spell attempt on Gavin, doesn’t much like his chances. “Okay! I give up! What the hell is this all about, anyway?” The party accepts his surrender, and begins to bind his hands. Reana, meanwhile, is staring blankly off into space. “Uh, you might want to disarm her,” Dahloss adds a little sheepishly, pointing at Reana. [/QUOTE]
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