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<blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 3829431" data-attributes="member: 4036"><p>The Watch demanded the return of our captive’s weapons and possessions then sent us on our way, I asked that any word of the lieutenant commander’s whereabouts be sent to Watch at Delver’s Square to effect one way or another. Jason’s attackers were our only lead as to where he could be at the moment and deprived of them we were at a loss for how to go about rescuing him.</p><p></p><p>On our way back to the square Voss decided to take up a different fighting style and sold off his very expensive shield as well as another suit of armor he’d been lugging around. We checked in at the Watch in Delver’s Square and Emerial sent word ahead to Lady Valcorne that we needed to speak with her. The corporal at the Watch post explained to us that in that neighborhood there were many people that were hands off, so to speak. I understand treading lightly around certain parties but it still rankles that the Watch of that district are so spineless that even when it comes to one of their own they would simply roll over without so much as giving the appearance of propriety.</p><p></p><p>Emogen was so frustrated she went straight up to her room to sulk I suppose as we did not see her for the rest of the day, Voss, Emerial, and I however wished to immediately move on to something else to regain some sense of accomplishment and assuage our wounded pride. As it was we had been walking for near an hour before the flies Emerial and I were attracting made it plain that we would not be admitted to the Noble’s Quarter in such attire. </p><p></p><p>On our way back we encountered an odd goblin-like beggar with a sign so strange about his neck we had to pause if only to try and decipher the puzzle. He introduced himself as Geery and offered to heal our wounds in the most broken of Common. Seeing no harm in playing along with the creature’s delusions and honestly finding him somewhat amusing Voss and Emerial did indeed provide him with some coin and though exceptionally odd, the little goblin did indeed have some minor healing ability. He also was extremely opinionated and while difficult to understand, he identified Emerial’s eyes as the result of chaositech which seemed to unnerve him somewhat.</p><p></p><p>I mentioned that the clerics of Navashtrom would likely welcome Geery and at least provide him a better place to stay than the alley he was currently hunkered down in but he explained something about ‘Big Blue’ not liking him. I found it at least a little alarming that Urlenius would hold one such as this at arm’s length but he seemed harmless enough to me. At one point Voss offered to get the pathetic little thing some food instead at which point he became quite excitable and offered to follow us around and keep us healed if we would but keep it fed. I didn’t put too much stock in the verbal agreement but upon shaking hands with the little creature I felt a tugging on my very soul. I wonder what else we will manage to bumble into this day.</p><p></p><p>Geery is an odd little thing, he swooped up his little pot and set it on his head like a helmet and marched off with us. Sometimes you forget he’s there and he is seemingly no where to be found, most people don’t see him at all. That would be a handy ability to have as our enemies find us seemingly at will. Emerial spotted T’lan stalking us and having already learned that neither fight, nor flight are options with him we resigned ourselves to finding out what he wanted this time.</p><p></p><p>T’lan was somewhat less grotesque this time but I’m sure his fangs were ready for us at a moment’s notice if need be. He proceeded to simultaneously belittle and cajole us as he is wont to do and Voss once more found himself completely unable to control his tongue in the monstrous elf’s presence. We would seem to be his favorite curiosities of the moment and he offered to buy our services outright from the House of Delight though he would not say what for. He made several insinuations about our current patron and the true goals behind her tasks for us but we wrote it off at the time as common sense. Of course the Lady Valcorne would have some use for the forgery tools other than citizenry papers for Emerial and the others, but nothing comes for free and if you wish favors from those in power one would expect them to benefit from the tasks you perform in exchange.</p><p></p><p>While working for one organization of questionable intent is largely the same as the next, the House of Delights would seem to me a patron much less likely to sully my reputation than working for someone of such dubious goals and terrifying visage as T’lan Windsong. I almost said as much but I had no desire to find out exactly what would provoke one of his frequent and casual outbursts of brutality. Regardless of our distaste for the monster, he informed us that would be dining with him this night to further discuss our future employment and as usual this seemed less a request and more of a command upon pain of death. </p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p>Later that day we found ourselves before Lady Valcorne who seemed colder and much less willing to offer aid that in our previous encounters. She knew already of our scheduled meeting with T’lan and casually remarked that he had plenty of gold if he wished to purchase our services from her. She also seemed repulsed at the sight of Geery more so than one would expect given the little suit he had caused to appear on himself. He still wore his pot atop his head though he had turned it golden in appearance. She would give no explanation for how she recognized his kind, what he was, or anything of tactical use regarding our negotiations with T’lan that evening. She knew of no other pieces of the set she wished to assemble at the moment save the signet which conveniently enough T’lan himself had recently acquired. I, for one, found her mysteriously lacking in the charm and patience she had radiated through out our previous encounters and it further darkened my mood for tonight’s activities.</p><p></p><p>That night the Minstrel was packed once more as the Black Square had apparently found some more success delving the ruins beneath the city and anything you could think to order was on their tab again. Far be it from me to turn down free food, but I’m starting to think I latched on to the wrong group if I want to hear the bards singing my name. Of course if I knew then what I know now I would have laughed myself silly.</p><p></p><p>T’lan appeared out of no where and after the usual small talk got down to business. He offered us fame, money, protection, and direction. He offered legitimate citizenship to those in need of it and again disparaged the House of Delights for pretending to be unable to acquire such things without forgery. Honestly whether it was the food or the copious amounts of drink I was consuming that night I’m not sure but I was beginning to consider swapping sides until Lilandra, Rowlest, and all the others maimed or killed because of this monster harkened back to me. Of course he said nothing of what purpose he intended to put us to, or anything of his own goals, nor would he speak of who his enemies were. This in particular was important to me as by extension they would become our enemies were we to ally with T’lan.</p><p></p><p>T’lan reminded us that it was not he who killed Lilandra nor captured Rowlest and that indeed he had offered to give us both back initially for what he could have easily taken and offered nothing in return for. Emerial requested time to consider his offers and it was granted. In a final gesture he threw down the signet we needed and asked for nothing but our consideration before he parted company with us. It was a topsy-turvy day with our enemies treating us better than our allies and I was glad to see it end. I returned to the simpler affairs of finding what companionship I could and though I can’t remember every detail I’m pretty sure I spent the night with a comely wench before I awoke next to Geery. </p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p>On the one hand I didn’t need to provide cab fare for my night’s entertainment; on the other hand I woke up next to a happily snoozing goblin. Refusing to contemplate the alternative explanation I woke Geery up and offered to get him some breakfast. I was still very curious about his nature and while I couldn’t get any straight answers from him it would appear that he is something like a demon or an angel, not of this world and that for whatever reason he can’t get home. At some point I identified my inquisitiveness as prompted by everyone but our comprehension of what he was, specifically Lady Valcorne. He hissed and spat at her name calling her erinyes and when that got no reaction he named her by a name I know better, demon.</p><p></p><p>Always wonderful to find out you’ve been working for Hell.</p><p>Voss was working the kitchen, I don’t know where Emogen and Suki were off to, and so when Emerial came down bleary eyed closer to noon than sunrise I was the one who got to tell him the cheery news. He actually didn’t seem all that surprised by it and instead laid one right back on me that Lady Valcorne was apparently the sister of Rotgut, Staplechest, or whatever the giant grotesque blob it was that Emerial, Voss, and the others helped slay in the middle of Delver’s Square. Makes you wonder what she really looks like.</p><p></p><p>Given this bit of news T’lan is rapidly becoming an actual viable alternative, though the Knights of the Pale or the Pale Tower itself might be much safer employers, they unfortunately do not seem to be very interested in us, and the last thing I want to end up doing is working for the Balacazars. Maybe something smaller scale like just joining the Delver’s Guild and going on a few runs would be a better idea, but that requires papers and papers require patronage. So Emerial sent word of our decision to the creature we had spent all last week trying not to get killed by.</p><p></p><p>It’s difficult to relate all that happened next, you’d have to be a sage or librarian to have gotten it all but I will do my best to retell it. Some or all of it could be untrue or simply misunderstood or remembered by me but T’lan arrived that afternoon he made himself available to answer any question he could to gain our trust and loyalty and many of the answers made my head spin. Many of our first questions were geared towards who T’lan was and what he wanted. He told us that he was not from this world and that he came here by choice but was now trapped due to the nature of our world. Apparently our world was created as some form of prison for some terrible power and most people live their lives blissfully unaware of that fact, my friends and I no longer number among those happy people.</p><p></p><p>Among those who do know are some of the chaos cultists who seek some way to break open this prison and T’lan wants to ensure this does not happen. As to what manner of creature he is, we still do not know but the fact that he looks and acts the way he does is both by choice and strategy of deception. Strangely enough the only demands he had of us in his employ is that we act with dignity and honor when we represent him and that we remain loyal. Apparently T’lan is in the market for some bright shiny figureheads to improve his reputation and such a role suits me just fine, may get some bards singing about me yet.</p><p></p><p>How T’lan is going about goal remains a mystery to but he appears to be maneuvering towards founding a House and has purchased a manse in the Noble’s Quarter to this end. In the mean time he said he would arrange more permanent lodging for us in Midtown and wanted us to accompany him to see Lady Valcorne to end our association with her. She had told us that with enough coin T’lan could buy us off so that didn’t sound so hard. </p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p>We had a private coach take us back to the Ghostly Minstrel from the House of Delight. The erinyes that ran the place is dead, or at least I think she is, after being run through by two of T’lan’s swords that came out of no where. Apparently she was feeding on the others and didn’t actually have any desire to stop doing so. When she made this apparent and began to assume her true form T’lan resorted to the form of negotiations I’m more accustomed to him using. It was a surreal encounter that only reinforces how little idea we have of what’s going on around us.</p><p></p><p>That said a meal then heading down to the office of the Delver’s Guild with our new papers sounded like a welcome change of pace. Unfortunately when we arrived back at the Minstrel we were pointed out by a server to a pair of elves with a litorian. They seek word of Rowlest and Lilandra and we provide the sad tale as best we are able. I tried to offer what little of the remains of Lilandra we have but Geery would only bite my hand when I tried to retrieve it from him, how he got it we still don’t know. Rowlest conversely it seemed we had no idea where he was. The last we had heard he was headed out with Jack to perform some deed that would square up the return of Emerial’s vision, but the next thing we knew Jack was back in the Minstrel completely unaware of the events of the last few weeks and minus Rowlest.</p><p></p><p>Emerial told the elves that apparently Jack had more than a passing interest in chaositech and in his pursuit of it had been caught in a trap and forced to do some pretty despicable things. The Church of Lothian had rescued him both from his situation and from the weight of his misdeeds but where the litorian prince was now we had no idea. Likely the Taurus encampment or the Balacazars will have some idea though. T’lan had said if we should ever engage in war with Lord Taurus that we should do it wearing tabards of House Windsong to send a message, I don’t understand what happened there but at least we are finally moving in a direction more to my ken. I need to cross weapons with someone soon if I am going to continue to my progress along the Sublime Way.</p><p></p><p>Somewhere in all of this we had gotten around to discussing Lieutenant Commander Jason’s abduction again as well but there is simply too much that has happened for me to record it all. We did eventually get to the office of the Delver’s Guild and purchase memberships and hear tell of orcs, kobolds, and drow beneath the city but in the midst of everything it is the Taurus that we have chosen to pursue at the moment.</p><p></p><p>Emerial bought the eyes of a pick pocket I caught in his purse to have a look about the Taurus encampment and apparently they have tightened security considerably. Besides his minotaur bodyguard Lord Taurus has another champion as well as his guards and clerics. Not sure what we’re going to do about that. Emerial’s spy took a crossbow quarrel for her trouble and the last thing I can remember at the moment is tithing twenty and five of Emerial’s crowns to the Daykeeper for Father Fabitor to heal the urchin and her annoyance at being cleaned in the process.</p><p></p><p>It has been one hell of a last couple days, and I haven’t even gotten to writing about quitting the employ of House Khatru and meeting Gloria. Maybe later. </p><p></p><p>* * * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jeremy, post: 3829431, member: 4036"] The Watch demanded the return of our captive’s weapons and possessions then sent us on our way, I asked that any word of the lieutenant commander’s whereabouts be sent to Watch at Delver’s Square to effect one way or another. Jason’s attackers were our only lead as to where he could be at the moment and deprived of them we were at a loss for how to go about rescuing him. On our way back to the square Voss decided to take up a different fighting style and sold off his very expensive shield as well as another suit of armor he’d been lugging around. We checked in at the Watch in Delver’s Square and Emerial sent word ahead to Lady Valcorne that we needed to speak with her. The corporal at the Watch post explained to us that in that neighborhood there were many people that were hands off, so to speak. I understand treading lightly around certain parties but it still rankles that the Watch of that district are so spineless that even when it comes to one of their own they would simply roll over without so much as giving the appearance of propriety. Emogen was so frustrated she went straight up to her room to sulk I suppose as we did not see her for the rest of the day, Voss, Emerial, and I however wished to immediately move on to something else to regain some sense of accomplishment and assuage our wounded pride. As it was we had been walking for near an hour before the flies Emerial and I were attracting made it plain that we would not be admitted to the Noble’s Quarter in such attire. On our way back we encountered an odd goblin-like beggar with a sign so strange about his neck we had to pause if only to try and decipher the puzzle. He introduced himself as Geery and offered to heal our wounds in the most broken of Common. Seeing no harm in playing along with the creature’s delusions and honestly finding him somewhat amusing Voss and Emerial did indeed provide him with some coin and though exceptionally odd, the little goblin did indeed have some minor healing ability. He also was extremely opinionated and while difficult to understand, he identified Emerial’s eyes as the result of chaositech which seemed to unnerve him somewhat. I mentioned that the clerics of Navashtrom would likely welcome Geery and at least provide him a better place to stay than the alley he was currently hunkered down in but he explained something about ‘Big Blue’ not liking him. I found it at least a little alarming that Urlenius would hold one such as this at arm’s length but he seemed harmless enough to me. At one point Voss offered to get the pathetic little thing some food instead at which point he became quite excitable and offered to follow us around and keep us healed if we would but keep it fed. I didn’t put too much stock in the verbal agreement but upon shaking hands with the little creature I felt a tugging on my very soul. I wonder what else we will manage to bumble into this day. Geery is an odd little thing, he swooped up his little pot and set it on his head like a helmet and marched off with us. Sometimes you forget he’s there and he is seemingly no where to be found, most people don’t see him at all. That would be a handy ability to have as our enemies find us seemingly at will. Emerial spotted T’lan stalking us and having already learned that neither fight, nor flight are options with him we resigned ourselves to finding out what he wanted this time. T’lan was somewhat less grotesque this time but I’m sure his fangs were ready for us at a moment’s notice if need be. He proceeded to simultaneously belittle and cajole us as he is wont to do and Voss once more found himself completely unable to control his tongue in the monstrous elf’s presence. We would seem to be his favorite curiosities of the moment and he offered to buy our services outright from the House of Delight though he would not say what for. He made several insinuations about our current patron and the true goals behind her tasks for us but we wrote it off at the time as common sense. Of course the Lady Valcorne would have some use for the forgery tools other than citizenry papers for Emerial and the others, but nothing comes for free and if you wish favors from those in power one would expect them to benefit from the tasks you perform in exchange. While working for one organization of questionable intent is largely the same as the next, the House of Delights would seem to me a patron much less likely to sully my reputation than working for someone of such dubious goals and terrifying visage as T’lan Windsong. I almost said as much but I had no desire to find out exactly what would provoke one of his frequent and casual outbursts of brutality. Regardless of our distaste for the monster, he informed us that would be dining with him this night to further discuss our future employment and as usual this seemed less a request and more of a command upon pain of death. * * * * Later that day we found ourselves before Lady Valcorne who seemed colder and much less willing to offer aid that in our previous encounters. She knew already of our scheduled meeting with T’lan and casually remarked that he had plenty of gold if he wished to purchase our services from her. She also seemed repulsed at the sight of Geery more so than one would expect given the little suit he had caused to appear on himself. He still wore his pot atop his head though he had turned it golden in appearance. She would give no explanation for how she recognized his kind, what he was, or anything of tactical use regarding our negotiations with T’lan that evening. She knew of no other pieces of the set she wished to assemble at the moment save the signet which conveniently enough T’lan himself had recently acquired. I, for one, found her mysteriously lacking in the charm and patience she had radiated through out our previous encounters and it further darkened my mood for tonight’s activities. That night the Minstrel was packed once more as the Black Square had apparently found some more success delving the ruins beneath the city and anything you could think to order was on their tab again. Far be it from me to turn down free food, but I’m starting to think I latched on to the wrong group if I want to hear the bards singing my name. Of course if I knew then what I know now I would have laughed myself silly. T’lan appeared out of no where and after the usual small talk got down to business. He offered us fame, money, protection, and direction. He offered legitimate citizenship to those in need of it and again disparaged the House of Delights for pretending to be unable to acquire such things without forgery. Honestly whether it was the food or the copious amounts of drink I was consuming that night I’m not sure but I was beginning to consider swapping sides until Lilandra, Rowlest, and all the others maimed or killed because of this monster harkened back to me. Of course he said nothing of what purpose he intended to put us to, or anything of his own goals, nor would he speak of who his enemies were. This in particular was important to me as by extension they would become our enemies were we to ally with T’lan. T’lan reminded us that it was not he who killed Lilandra nor captured Rowlest and that indeed he had offered to give us both back initially for what he could have easily taken and offered nothing in return for. Emerial requested time to consider his offers and it was granted. In a final gesture he threw down the signet we needed and asked for nothing but our consideration before he parted company with us. It was a topsy-turvy day with our enemies treating us better than our allies and I was glad to see it end. I returned to the simpler affairs of finding what companionship I could and though I can’t remember every detail I’m pretty sure I spent the night with a comely wench before I awoke next to Geery. * * * * On the one hand I didn’t need to provide cab fare for my night’s entertainment; on the other hand I woke up next to a happily snoozing goblin. Refusing to contemplate the alternative explanation I woke Geery up and offered to get him some breakfast. I was still very curious about his nature and while I couldn’t get any straight answers from him it would appear that he is something like a demon or an angel, not of this world and that for whatever reason he can’t get home. At some point I identified my inquisitiveness as prompted by everyone but our comprehension of what he was, specifically Lady Valcorne. He hissed and spat at her name calling her erinyes and when that got no reaction he named her by a name I know better, demon. Always wonderful to find out you’ve been working for Hell. Voss was working the kitchen, I don’t know where Emogen and Suki were off to, and so when Emerial came down bleary eyed closer to noon than sunrise I was the one who got to tell him the cheery news. He actually didn’t seem all that surprised by it and instead laid one right back on me that Lady Valcorne was apparently the sister of Rotgut, Staplechest, or whatever the giant grotesque blob it was that Emerial, Voss, and the others helped slay in the middle of Delver’s Square. Makes you wonder what she really looks like. Given this bit of news T’lan is rapidly becoming an actual viable alternative, though the Knights of the Pale or the Pale Tower itself might be much safer employers, they unfortunately do not seem to be very interested in us, and the last thing I want to end up doing is working for the Balacazars. Maybe something smaller scale like just joining the Delver’s Guild and going on a few runs would be a better idea, but that requires papers and papers require patronage. So Emerial sent word of our decision to the creature we had spent all last week trying not to get killed by. It’s difficult to relate all that happened next, you’d have to be a sage or librarian to have gotten it all but I will do my best to retell it. Some or all of it could be untrue or simply misunderstood or remembered by me but T’lan arrived that afternoon he made himself available to answer any question he could to gain our trust and loyalty and many of the answers made my head spin. Many of our first questions were geared towards who T’lan was and what he wanted. He told us that he was not from this world and that he came here by choice but was now trapped due to the nature of our world. Apparently our world was created as some form of prison for some terrible power and most people live their lives blissfully unaware of that fact, my friends and I no longer number among those happy people. Among those who do know are some of the chaos cultists who seek some way to break open this prison and T’lan wants to ensure this does not happen. As to what manner of creature he is, we still do not know but the fact that he looks and acts the way he does is both by choice and strategy of deception. Strangely enough the only demands he had of us in his employ is that we act with dignity and honor when we represent him and that we remain loyal. Apparently T’lan is in the market for some bright shiny figureheads to improve his reputation and such a role suits me just fine, may get some bards singing about me yet. How T’lan is going about goal remains a mystery to but he appears to be maneuvering towards founding a House and has purchased a manse in the Noble’s Quarter to this end. In the mean time he said he would arrange more permanent lodging for us in Midtown and wanted us to accompany him to see Lady Valcorne to end our association with her. She had told us that with enough coin T’lan could buy us off so that didn’t sound so hard. * * * * We had a private coach take us back to the Ghostly Minstrel from the House of Delight. The erinyes that ran the place is dead, or at least I think she is, after being run through by two of T’lan’s swords that came out of no where. Apparently she was feeding on the others and didn’t actually have any desire to stop doing so. When she made this apparent and began to assume her true form T’lan resorted to the form of negotiations I’m more accustomed to him using. It was a surreal encounter that only reinforces how little idea we have of what’s going on around us. That said a meal then heading down to the office of the Delver’s Guild with our new papers sounded like a welcome change of pace. Unfortunately when we arrived back at the Minstrel we were pointed out by a server to a pair of elves with a litorian. They seek word of Rowlest and Lilandra and we provide the sad tale as best we are able. I tried to offer what little of the remains of Lilandra we have but Geery would only bite my hand when I tried to retrieve it from him, how he got it we still don’t know. Rowlest conversely it seemed we had no idea where he was. The last we had heard he was headed out with Jack to perform some deed that would square up the return of Emerial’s vision, but the next thing we knew Jack was back in the Minstrel completely unaware of the events of the last few weeks and minus Rowlest. Emerial told the elves that apparently Jack had more than a passing interest in chaositech and in his pursuit of it had been caught in a trap and forced to do some pretty despicable things. The Church of Lothian had rescued him both from his situation and from the weight of his misdeeds but where the litorian prince was now we had no idea. Likely the Taurus encampment or the Balacazars will have some idea though. T’lan had said if we should ever engage in war with Lord Taurus that we should do it wearing tabards of House Windsong to send a message, I don’t understand what happened there but at least we are finally moving in a direction more to my ken. I need to cross weapons with someone soon if I am going to continue to my progress along the Sublime Way. Somewhere in all of this we had gotten around to discussing Lieutenant Commander Jason’s abduction again as well but there is simply too much that has happened for me to record it all. We did eventually get to the office of the Delver’s Guild and purchase memberships and hear tell of orcs, kobolds, and drow beneath the city but in the midst of everything it is the Taurus that we have chosen to pursue at the moment. Emerial bought the eyes of a pick pocket I caught in his purse to have a look about the Taurus encampment and apparently they have tightened security considerably. Besides his minotaur bodyguard Lord Taurus has another champion as well as his guards and clerics. Not sure what we’re going to do about that. Emerial’s spy took a crossbow quarrel for her trouble and the last thing I can remember at the moment is tithing twenty and five of Emerial’s crowns to the Daykeeper for Father Fabitor to heal the urchin and her annoyance at being cleaned in the process. It has been one hell of a last couple days, and I haven’t even gotten to writing about quitting the employ of House Khatru and meeting Gloria. Maybe later. * * * * [/QUOTE]
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