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<blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 3800811" data-attributes="member: 4036"><p>Tired, wounded, and covered in the blood of our allies we made it back to the Ghostly Minstrel. Emerial had Voss take him up to a room within which was another member of the band I had not met yet. She was a petite little doll that couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16 years old but she grabbed up Dolan’s field medic wand and put it to good use so I assumed she was at least some kind of spellcaster.</p><p></p><p>She patched us up with in the limits of the wand before having Rowlest and I help Emerial and carry the strangely still unconscious Dolan to St. Gustave’s, a rather neglected church of the Daykeeper. Father Fabitor was able to restore the rest of us to health, though Dolan still did not awaken he seemed much better. Rowlest volunteered to look after him for the time being. Emerial’s vision however required greater power than Father Fabitor could muster though he volunteered to send word to the Arch Bishop on our behalf.</p><p></p><p>While there were other details that needed to be addressed, our six hour deadline to return Artwalker or be slain was the most pressing. Voss was still adamantly against returning the armor to it’s former owner, regardless of the consequences but Emerial was convinced there was not enough time under our deadline to locate and convince some third party powerful enough to do our fighting for us. So with fighting and acquiescing off the table I suggested that at least we could ensure the armor stay out of Windsong’s hands after our probable deaths. If nothing else the Pale Tower would likely take and hold such an item just to oppose the Fallen. Perhaps they might even offer us some aid of some sort. Agreed on this, or at least still unwilling to return Artwalker for the time being until we had the strength to right this wrong, Emerial and Voss hired a cab and blearily made their way to see Madame Valcorne and retrieve it while Emogen—the young girl with the wand—and I headed for the Pale Tower in Old Town to seek the aid of the Malkuth.</p><p></p><p>While probably impolite of me, I took the opportunity during the carriage ride to catch what sleep I could so our arrival at the Pale Tower was quite fast to me. We requested an audience with a wizard that I had heard liaised with the general public, apparently Emogen was herself of some form of celestial heritage as all who greeted her used a form of salute I later learned was reserved for such. In any case, we ended up telling our tale to Madame Silverdoor instead who seemed happy for the free information if nothing else and readily agreed to take Artwalker off our hands. But my relief over this generosity was quickly matched by my chagrin as we received a message that after repeatedly dismissing the idea of returning the armor to T’lan as stupidity, Voss and Emerial had apparently decided to do just that.</p><p></p><p>Whereas I was happy to have a much more optimistic chance of surviving the day I was somewhat angered that the course of action Dolan and I had been in favor of, as far back as when it would have returned Lilandra and Rowlest to us alive even to when it would only save our own hides, was constantly ridiculed only to be suddenly adopted without so much as a discussion or apology I have come to expect an utter lack of tact or graciousness from any of this group and as such simply let it go by and suggested to Emogen that we retire back to the Ghostly Minstrel after making our apologies to the Malkuth. Voss and Emerial had neglected to mention to us where they would be meeting T’lan and it was my feeling that they would likely return to the Minstrel after they were done in any case.</p><p></p><p>Later that morning Voss and Emerial returned. Emerial seemed no worse for wear but Voss had apparently shot his mouth off again as it appeared to have been ripped to shreds by T’lan’s fearsome clawed grip. I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but when the little Emogen found his wounds would not completely heal and dug her finger around in the claw marks on Voss’s face I couldn’t help but laugh. She gave him the fiercest look and reprimand which I expect will do nothing, but the comedy of the visual was a welcome relief for me.</p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p>After some much needed rest some of us headed down to the City Watch guard post in Delver’s Square to see if their had been any word on Lieutenant Commander Jason. Yesterday amidst all the other turmoil we had heard from his Sergeant that he and his men had been captured and later been told by Sheva McAlister that he was to be killed if we did not meet T’lan’s deadline. We got as many details as we could from the Watch but with Emerial still blinded, Dolan out of action, and Voss still wounded there didn’t seem to be much we could do at the moment. Thankfully while were resting Emogen had heard that a person I know only as Jack was willing to see at least to Emerial’s disability and after a visit to him he returned with a copy of Rowlest’s eyes, at least, I hope they are merely duplicates, and word that the Litorian prince was to accompany this Jack out of the city on some mission as payment for services.</p><p></p><p>I should mention that we were visited by an envoy of the Dreaming Apothecary who provided us the means to place orders with their renowned service. Anyone who is anyone has one of their coins, and is the first reward of any kind I have received for being slashed, run through, and grinding my teeth through all the witticisms of the tiefling Voss. I would be more inclined to tolerate his abuse if he weren’t the cause of so many of our problems, but I will continue to endure it for now in the hopes that perhaps the rescue of the Lieutenant Commander will earn us some of the accolades that rescuing Rowlest did not.</p><p></p><p>I headed off to Longbottom to find someone who had seen the retreat of the sortie that took Jason and his men, and the others visited the Brotherhood of Redemption. Apparently Voss was healed by Urlenius himself, or at least that was the explanation given when I asked about the symbol of Navashtrom now hanging about his neck. I managed to get us pointed to a dive bar in the area but Emogen was much more successful and got the name of someone who might have just the information we need. I see now that the Daykeeper has been testing my patience with purpose these last couple days as the Ralph we were directed to question thwarted and infuriated everyone else who tried to speak with him; quite a feat for a harmless, even if lecherous and drunken, old man.</p><p></p><p>I’m sure Ralph had never met a depth he wouldn’t gleefully sink to. But on the other hand he was sharp and offered me exactly the information we were looking for once he got what he wanted. I didn’t ask how he knew what he knew, I probably don’t want to know, but the address he gave us checked out. Emogen and Voss had a look around back and at the sound of dragon gunfire Emerial and I busted down the front door of the house to come to their aid. We crossed steel with two who matched the description of Jason’s kidnappers precisely before we could reach the others and out of my sight Emerial traded blows with one of them until both were ready to topple over. Unfortunately it was Emerial who hit the floor first leaving me to face both of the present kidnappers alone. Thankfully they stepped into the perfect position for one of the Sublime Way’s most basic maneuvers and the Iron Heart’s Steel Wind strike laid them low. I opened the back door keeping an eye on the cleric who had surrendered to let in Voss and Emogen who apparently had dealt with the ratmen and seemed no worse for wear. Emogen quickly saw to Emerial while the fallen priestess smugly lied in reply to every quest put to her. After she refused to capitulate and unwilling to risk any further attack from her in my weakened state I knocked her out. Voss was as contrary as ever as one minute he was belittling me for demanding the priestess fully disarmed (while she had dropped her heavy mace, she was still in heavy plate armor with a razored shield strapped to her arm and who knew what behind it), and the next he was stepping up to kill her where she lay unconscious. And while murdering helpless foes that had yielded was apparently acceptable, our breaking and entering into this criminal lair to come to Voss and Emogen’s aid was apparently reprehensible to him. He really is impossible. We had spoken with the Watch, been given every lead they had to pursue, and were pursuing them to the best of our ability with their blessing or so we thought. Both the Lieutenant Commander’s Sergeant and the Watch at Delver’s Square had beseeched us for aid at least. I suggested that if we couldn’t get the truth out of our captives then perhaps the Watch could or at the very least would be grateful for the capture of two who so perfectly fit the description of Jason’s kidnappers.</p><p></p><p>A search of the unconscious cleric revealed a signet ring of the Whispersong’s clenched it as we had earlier been told that Jason had been taken to ensure the return of T’lan’s property. So despite Voss’s repeated protestations of taking live prisoners to question to the authorities (I wonder if any one else find it as ironic as I do that he wears the symbol of the Brotherhood of the Redeemed around his demonic throat) and utter lack of any other suggestion of what to do, we sought to bring our prisoners to the nearest City Watch guard post.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately this would turn out to be a grave error, as apparently this portion of Midtown’s Watch is on the take. We were surrounded by the Watch and ordered to stand down and surrender our prisoners. With Voss smirking all the while we were disarmed and taken into custody and Emerial tells me he saw the grinning priestess had her signet ring returned while I sit her in lock down writing this. I tell you, when I was working the Watch in the Market we had our rivalries with other divisions and enjoyed verbal sparring frequently, but when it came to watching each others’ backs or putting down armed sorties attacking Watch within the walls everyone wore the same uniform. Never has the Spire’s shadow seemed so deep.</p><p></p><p>* * * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jeremy, post: 3800811, member: 4036"] Tired, wounded, and covered in the blood of our allies we made it back to the Ghostly Minstrel. Emerial had Voss take him up to a room within which was another member of the band I had not met yet. She was a petite little doll that couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16 years old but she grabbed up Dolan’s field medic wand and put it to good use so I assumed she was at least some kind of spellcaster. She patched us up with in the limits of the wand before having Rowlest and I help Emerial and carry the strangely still unconscious Dolan to St. Gustave’s, a rather neglected church of the Daykeeper. Father Fabitor was able to restore the rest of us to health, though Dolan still did not awaken he seemed much better. Rowlest volunteered to look after him for the time being. Emerial’s vision however required greater power than Father Fabitor could muster though he volunteered to send word to the Arch Bishop on our behalf. While there were other details that needed to be addressed, our six hour deadline to return Artwalker or be slain was the most pressing. Voss was still adamantly against returning the armor to it’s former owner, regardless of the consequences but Emerial was convinced there was not enough time under our deadline to locate and convince some third party powerful enough to do our fighting for us. So with fighting and acquiescing off the table I suggested that at least we could ensure the armor stay out of Windsong’s hands after our probable deaths. If nothing else the Pale Tower would likely take and hold such an item just to oppose the Fallen. Perhaps they might even offer us some aid of some sort. Agreed on this, or at least still unwilling to return Artwalker for the time being until we had the strength to right this wrong, Emerial and Voss hired a cab and blearily made their way to see Madame Valcorne and retrieve it while Emogen—the young girl with the wand—and I headed for the Pale Tower in Old Town to seek the aid of the Malkuth. While probably impolite of me, I took the opportunity during the carriage ride to catch what sleep I could so our arrival at the Pale Tower was quite fast to me. We requested an audience with a wizard that I had heard liaised with the general public, apparently Emogen was herself of some form of celestial heritage as all who greeted her used a form of salute I later learned was reserved for such. In any case, we ended up telling our tale to Madame Silverdoor instead who seemed happy for the free information if nothing else and readily agreed to take Artwalker off our hands. But my relief over this generosity was quickly matched by my chagrin as we received a message that after repeatedly dismissing the idea of returning the armor to T’lan as stupidity, Voss and Emerial had apparently decided to do just that. Whereas I was happy to have a much more optimistic chance of surviving the day I was somewhat angered that the course of action Dolan and I had been in favor of, as far back as when it would have returned Lilandra and Rowlest to us alive even to when it would only save our own hides, was constantly ridiculed only to be suddenly adopted without so much as a discussion or apology I have come to expect an utter lack of tact or graciousness from any of this group and as such simply let it go by and suggested to Emogen that we retire back to the Ghostly Minstrel after making our apologies to the Malkuth. Voss and Emerial had neglected to mention to us where they would be meeting T’lan and it was my feeling that they would likely return to the Minstrel after they were done in any case. Later that morning Voss and Emerial returned. Emerial seemed no worse for wear but Voss had apparently shot his mouth off again as it appeared to have been ripped to shreds by T’lan’s fearsome clawed grip. I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but when the little Emogen found his wounds would not completely heal and dug her finger around in the claw marks on Voss’s face I couldn’t help but laugh. She gave him the fiercest look and reprimand which I expect will do nothing, but the comedy of the visual was a welcome relief for me. * * * * After some much needed rest some of us headed down to the City Watch guard post in Delver’s Square to see if their had been any word on Lieutenant Commander Jason. Yesterday amidst all the other turmoil we had heard from his Sergeant that he and his men had been captured and later been told by Sheva McAlister that he was to be killed if we did not meet T’lan’s deadline. We got as many details as we could from the Watch but with Emerial still blinded, Dolan out of action, and Voss still wounded there didn’t seem to be much we could do at the moment. Thankfully while were resting Emogen had heard that a person I know only as Jack was willing to see at least to Emerial’s disability and after a visit to him he returned with a copy of Rowlest’s eyes, at least, I hope they are merely duplicates, and word that the Litorian prince was to accompany this Jack out of the city on some mission as payment for services. I should mention that we were visited by an envoy of the Dreaming Apothecary who provided us the means to place orders with their renowned service. Anyone who is anyone has one of their coins, and is the first reward of any kind I have received for being slashed, run through, and grinding my teeth through all the witticisms of the tiefling Voss. I would be more inclined to tolerate his abuse if he weren’t the cause of so many of our problems, but I will continue to endure it for now in the hopes that perhaps the rescue of the Lieutenant Commander will earn us some of the accolades that rescuing Rowlest did not. I headed off to Longbottom to find someone who had seen the retreat of the sortie that took Jason and his men, and the others visited the Brotherhood of Redemption. Apparently Voss was healed by Urlenius himself, or at least that was the explanation given when I asked about the symbol of Navashtrom now hanging about his neck. I managed to get us pointed to a dive bar in the area but Emogen was much more successful and got the name of someone who might have just the information we need. I see now that the Daykeeper has been testing my patience with purpose these last couple days as the Ralph we were directed to question thwarted and infuriated everyone else who tried to speak with him; quite a feat for a harmless, even if lecherous and drunken, old man. I’m sure Ralph had never met a depth he wouldn’t gleefully sink to. But on the other hand he was sharp and offered me exactly the information we were looking for once he got what he wanted. I didn’t ask how he knew what he knew, I probably don’t want to know, but the address he gave us checked out. Emogen and Voss had a look around back and at the sound of dragon gunfire Emerial and I busted down the front door of the house to come to their aid. We crossed steel with two who matched the description of Jason’s kidnappers precisely before we could reach the others and out of my sight Emerial traded blows with one of them until both were ready to topple over. Unfortunately it was Emerial who hit the floor first leaving me to face both of the present kidnappers alone. Thankfully they stepped into the perfect position for one of the Sublime Way’s most basic maneuvers and the Iron Heart’s Steel Wind strike laid them low. I opened the back door keeping an eye on the cleric who had surrendered to let in Voss and Emogen who apparently had dealt with the ratmen and seemed no worse for wear. Emogen quickly saw to Emerial while the fallen priestess smugly lied in reply to every quest put to her. After she refused to capitulate and unwilling to risk any further attack from her in my weakened state I knocked her out. Voss was as contrary as ever as one minute he was belittling me for demanding the priestess fully disarmed (while she had dropped her heavy mace, she was still in heavy plate armor with a razored shield strapped to her arm and who knew what behind it), and the next he was stepping up to kill her where she lay unconscious. And while murdering helpless foes that had yielded was apparently acceptable, our breaking and entering into this criminal lair to come to Voss and Emogen’s aid was apparently reprehensible to him. He really is impossible. We had spoken with the Watch, been given every lead they had to pursue, and were pursuing them to the best of our ability with their blessing or so we thought. Both the Lieutenant Commander’s Sergeant and the Watch at Delver’s Square had beseeched us for aid at least. I suggested that if we couldn’t get the truth out of our captives then perhaps the Watch could or at the very least would be grateful for the capture of two who so perfectly fit the description of Jason’s kidnappers. A search of the unconscious cleric revealed a signet ring of the Whispersong’s clenched it as we had earlier been told that Jason had been taken to ensure the return of T’lan’s property. So despite Voss’s repeated protestations of taking live prisoners to question to the authorities (I wonder if any one else find it as ironic as I do that he wears the symbol of the Brotherhood of the Redeemed around his demonic throat) and utter lack of any other suggestion of what to do, we sought to bring our prisoners to the nearest City Watch guard post. Unfortunately this would turn out to be a grave error, as apparently this portion of Midtown’s Watch is on the take. We were surrounded by the Watch and ordered to stand down and surrender our prisoners. With Voss smirking all the while we were disarmed and taken into custody and Emerial tells me he saw the grinning priestess had her signet ring returned while I sit her in lock down writing this. I tell you, when I was working the Watch in the Market we had our rivalries with other divisions and enjoyed verbal sparring frequently, but when it came to watching each others’ backs or putting down armed sorties attacking Watch within the walls everyone wore the same uniform. Never has the Spire’s shadow seemed so deep. * * * * [/QUOTE]
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