GwydapLlew
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Malvoisin said:
(Excellent! Other than that, Chongo will spend his time enjoying the fruit of his labors - a hot meal, some adult beverage, that sort of thing.)
Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor
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(Excellent! Other than that, Chongo will spend his time enjoying the fruit of his labors - a hot meal, some adult beverage, that sort of thing.)
Voadam
Legend
"Milady, there are many mysteries here and I will do my best to aid you in your time of distress. These documents may hold many secrets and I learned the sylvan script of the fey at my time in the courts of lord Oberon while attending to lady Titania. Now that I am in your august service I would be happy to review the documents, their contents will of course be confidential and a matter of the utmost discretion."
Kalen's curiosity has been piqued by the sylvan writing, actual fey or a druid's journal perhaps? Until it had been taken away it was a mere curiosity, now he was determined to read these writings and so the elf feels some court flattery is in order.
Kalen's curiosity has been piqued by the sylvan writing, actual fey or a druid's journal perhaps? Until it had been taken away it was a mere curiosity, now he was determined to read these writings and so the elf feels some court flattery is in order.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Keoni nods with Bael's assessment of the dangers they might face, the battle with the Rhagadossa still fresh in his mind. He hands over a portion of his newly aquired wealth to Mad Col, briefly wondering if this is the wisest thing he has ever done.
Over the next few days, Keoni drifts around town aimlessly. He visits the colloseum to watch Chongo fight, but declines participation himself. Each night at sunset, he can be found watching from the wooden piers in the Azure district.
Over the next few days, Keoni drifts around town aimlessly. He visits the colloseum to watch Chongo fight, but declines participation himself. Each night at sunset, he can be found watching from the wooden piers in the Azure district.
Malvoisin
First Post
"Many thanks, good Kalen, but for now I think I will review these documents in private. You see, while I may not be familiar with the tongue, I do know the writing...it is my mother's. At present, I think I will leave this journal as a private matter. If later I need assistance with the translation, it is good to know I can come to you."Voadam said:
Malvoisin
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Over the course of the next two days, Col does some shopping, and after a little legwork, finds a fully charged wand of Cure Light Wounds at Glittermane's Vault in Merchant District for 750 gold. Having collected an equal share from each member of the company, Col happily makes the purchase (-125 gp for each character, please).
Chongo proceeds to the Sasserine Arena in Champion's District at the appointed hour for his inaugural arena battle. His opponent is a tall, lanky man with a foul mouth. The duel is fought with large wooden cudgels, and Chongo finds that his opponent is overconfident, and unprepared for the power and intensity of his smaller, savage rival. Chongo beats the man senseless in just over three minutes, and impresses all observers greatly. (+1 Affiliation score for Chongo, -10 gp for initation fee, if not already paid.)
Bael pays the fee for a panel review of his arcane skills at the tower of the Witchwardens, and passes with flying colors. The arcane masters of the college express their eagerness for the new magics Bael will bring. (-20 gp for the fee, please, Legildur.)
All of the party members spend the down time resting and relaxing, yet expectant as to what their next audience with Lavinia will bring.
Chongo proceeds to the Sasserine Arena in Champion's District at the appointed hour for his inaugural arena battle. His opponent is a tall, lanky man with a foul mouth. The duel is fought with large wooden cudgels, and Chongo finds that his opponent is overconfident, and unprepared for the power and intensity of his smaller, savage rival. Chongo beats the man senseless in just over three minutes, and impresses all observers greatly. (+1 Affiliation score for Chongo, -10 gp for initation fee, if not already paid.)
Bael pays the fee for a panel review of his arcane skills at the tower of the Witchwardens, and passes with flying colors. The arcane masters of the college express their eagerness for the new magics Bael will bring. (-20 gp for the fee, please, Legildur.)
All of the party members spend the down time resting and relaxing, yet expectant as to what their next audience with Lavinia will bring.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Col takes the proffered coin, suppressing a desire to chuckle. "Don't you be worry'n, I do know a drunk'n Pelorian who be desperate for some coin. He'll get us the protection we need."
A laugh in his eyes, the old man leans over to Kalen and whispers, "You an' me both werk'n on those books would quickly get to the bottom, I'm sure. But I do think she be wanting to sleep w'those secrets. But keep plying, we must try."
~~~
Col actually knew a drunken Pelorian, Telberanan Oshim, but he was not quite on good terms with the church these days. But, in actually, Col tended not to deal with the the clergy of the various shrines directly---too many saw his studies as blasphemous or scandalous. There were a few who trusted coin, or would support anyone who asked---Boccobites would help anyone begging for truth---but the old man trusted the grey and other markets better. They were always more discrete, and didn't care who you were.
Thus, Col made his way to shop both expansive and cramped---Blenak's Bazaar on the corner of Spire and Genie a few blocks from the Tobinson dilapidated manor. The magical curios were always of fine quality, if a bit unusual at times, and Blenak did not ask questions. This made Col very happy.
~~~
Blenak couldn't (or wouldn't) help Col this time, and with some grumbling, had to go to some of his less frequented outlets. He found what he was looking for at Glittermane's Vault: a bone-white wand. Probably few outside of Col would recognize the small, incongruous scratch that indicated the wand probably came from the Diocese of The White Hall, scandalous necromancers mentioned in the Three Tomes, but it signified that this was destined to be his purchase to the old Man.
With the wand in hand, Col spends the next day making notes of the Vanderboen vault, its construct inhabitant, and anything he could remember from the sylvan journal. It was encoded, as usual. But immediately afterwards, he began making another copy of his various notes---this one in Draconic. It was not encoded, though it left out a few major details: The Vanderboen combination, for one. It was going to be his key---a key that the Vanderboen's had opened once, if those symbols were true. And now they were going to open for Col. With the knowledge contained behind those doors---well, he would be able to find almost anything he wanted.
Thus, the evening found him in the Merchant District, in an alley behind Fishback lane. The building was unremarkable, and would hold nothing of interest for Col except for one thing.
The eight-pointed star carefully hidden in the masonry.
Col knocked on the door. When it finally opened, he held up is copied and edited notes, almost shoving them into the doorkeeper's hand.
"I want in."
A laugh in his eyes, the old man leans over to Kalen and whispers, "You an' me both werk'n on those books would quickly get to the bottom, I'm sure. But I do think she be wanting to sleep w'those secrets. But keep plying, we must try."
~~~
Col actually knew a drunken Pelorian, Telberanan Oshim, but he was not quite on good terms with the church these days. But, in actually, Col tended not to deal with the the clergy of the various shrines directly---too many saw his studies as blasphemous or scandalous. There were a few who trusted coin, or would support anyone who asked---Boccobites would help anyone begging for truth---but the old man trusted the grey and other markets better. They were always more discrete, and didn't care who you were.
Thus, Col made his way to shop both expansive and cramped---Blenak's Bazaar on the corner of Spire and Genie a few blocks from the Tobinson dilapidated manor. The magical curios were always of fine quality, if a bit unusual at times, and Blenak did not ask questions. This made Col very happy.
~~~
Blenak couldn't (or wouldn't) help Col this time, and with some grumbling, had to go to some of his less frequented outlets. He found what he was looking for at Glittermane's Vault: a bone-white wand. Probably few outside of Col would recognize the small, incongruous scratch that indicated the wand probably came from the Diocese of The White Hall, scandalous necromancers mentioned in the Three Tomes, but it signified that this was destined to be his purchase to the old Man.
With the wand in hand, Col spends the next day making notes of the Vanderboen vault, its construct inhabitant, and anything he could remember from the sylvan journal. It was encoded, as usual. But immediately afterwards, he began making another copy of his various notes---this one in Draconic. It was not encoded, though it left out a few major details: The Vanderboen combination, for one. It was going to be his key---a key that the Vanderboen's had opened once, if those symbols were true. And now they were going to open for Col. With the knowledge contained behind those doors---well, he would be able to find almost anything he wanted.
Thus, the evening found him in the Merchant District, in an alley behind Fishback lane. The building was unremarkable, and would hold nothing of interest for Col except for one thing.
The eight-pointed star carefully hidden in the masonry.
Col knocked on the door. When it finally opened, he held up is copied and edited notes, almost shoving them into the doorkeeper's hand.
"I want in."
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Malvoisin
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Col spends the next two hours answering questions thrown at him by a small number of Seekers, while others study his journal, and attempt to transcribe it. The questions cover a vast array of topics from the extent of his travels to his knowledge of magic, to his philosophy on the nature of the gods. At last, whether truly intrigued by his potential, or just frustrated by the old man's cryptic answers, the Seekers conclude that he seems a worthy candidate...or, maybe just someone who they need to keep an eye on. Regardless, for the price of a tithe of his income, and regular access to his notes, Col can now call himself an apprentice of the Seekers.
Malvoisin
First Post
Two days after the successful entry to the vault under Castle Teraknian, the party members find themselves once again gathered around Lavinia's dining room table at Vanderboren manor. Over a late breakfast, the group listens eagerly as Lavinia recounts some memories of her brother.
"Vanthus and I were quite close growing up, since our parents were rarely around. We grew to depend on each other, and got into a fair amound of trouble together. After one particularly complex prank involving several elixirs of love being emptied into the nearby water tower, our childhoods came to an end. I was sent to the Thenalar Academy to live out the next five years of my life, and Vanthus was shipped out to work on a plantation. When we returned to live in the family manor a year ago, we had both changed. I like to think I benefitted from my time at Thenalar. Vanthus, on the other hand, seemed to have spent his time away nursing his bitterness. He no longer had any time for me...he slept all day, and spent the nights with associates of dubious character. Eventually, he moved out of the house - I believe he may have taken up with a lover in Azure District, but I never learned the details.
"When our parents died, Vanthus returned for a week to live at the manor, but he had changed even more. That easy sense of humor from our childhood was gone...in its place was a bitter cynicism and a morbid streak that sent chills up my spine. After several arguments, he...struck me with his fist." Lavinia's eyes get a bit misty as she recalls the traumatic event. "I was shocked, and for a moment I think Vanthus was shocked too, but an instant later he was back to his new self, all scowls and menace. He gathered his belongings and left - I haven't seen him since.
"I know something profound happened at some point to change my brother, but I'm not sure what that was. I believe he's fallen in with a bad crowd, perhaps smugglers or thieves or even killers. Still, despite his attitude, I hope that it's not too late....that if he can be brought back to my side, I might be able to talk some sense into him. I must try to redeem him before he passes forever out of reach. The problem is, I don't know where he is. I'm hoping the six of you can find him."
"Vanthus and I were quite close growing up, since our parents were rarely around. We grew to depend on each other, and got into a fair amound of trouble together. After one particularly complex prank involving several elixirs of love being emptied into the nearby water tower, our childhoods came to an end. I was sent to the Thenalar Academy to live out the next five years of my life, and Vanthus was shipped out to work on a plantation. When we returned to live in the family manor a year ago, we had both changed. I like to think I benefitted from my time at Thenalar. Vanthus, on the other hand, seemed to have spent his time away nursing his bitterness. He no longer had any time for me...he slept all day, and spent the nights with associates of dubious character. Eventually, he moved out of the house - I believe he may have taken up with a lover in Azure District, but I never learned the details.
"When our parents died, Vanthus returned for a week to live at the manor, but he had changed even more. That easy sense of humor from our childhood was gone...in its place was a bitter cynicism and a morbid streak that sent chills up my spine. After several arguments, he...struck me with his fist." Lavinia's eyes get a bit misty as she recalls the traumatic event. "I was shocked, and for a moment I think Vanthus was shocked too, but an instant later he was back to his new self, all scowls and menace. He gathered his belongings and left - I haven't seen him since.
"I know something profound happened at some point to change my brother, but I'm not sure what that was. I believe he's fallen in with a bad crowd, perhaps smugglers or thieves or even killers. Still, despite his attitude, I hope that it's not too late....that if he can be brought back to my side, I might be able to talk some sense into him. I must try to redeem him before he passes forever out of reach. The problem is, I don't know where he is. I'm hoping the six of you can find him."
Bael casually leans on the staff of his longbow as he listens to Lavinia's tale. Straightening up, he scratches the back of his head through his short hair and sighs. "Milady, I for one would welcome the distraction from my otherwise dreary life and would gladly join the others in searching for Vanthus."
"But it also seems that you do no trust us wholly. From what Anar has been able to tell me thus far, it would seem that your brother was involved, or even behind, the episode with the Blue Nixie and its smuggling operation. The notes from your mother seem linked to those events through the exotic animals."
"It would seem to me that those notes may help us find your brother and that Kalen here would be the key to unlocking whatever it is they hide."
"But it also seems that you do no trust us wholly. From what Anar has been able to tell me thus far, it would seem that your brother was involved, or even behind, the episode with the Blue Nixie and its smuggling operation. The notes from your mother seem linked to those events through the exotic animals."
"It would seem to me that those notes may help us find your brother and that Kalen here would be the key to unlocking whatever it is they hide."
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