Shattered Sea Chronicles, Book I: Festival of the Dead

[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard

Redbeard finishes his stew and lets out a loud, smelly belch. "Arrr, ye be joinin' us then? Tis a good thing, they might be havin' hidden doors to make ther escape. I trust ye be able to find things not wishin' to be found?"
Redbeard pushes his massive bulk back from the table and stands, "I be goin' to look for a pup as well as some items that may help us down in the sewers, Johanna would you like to join me?"


OOC: I am a little short on the money for the dog, but I think some scrolls will help us down below, there should be enough treasure in that one room for me to get the dog once we return to the surface again.

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

Jillian nods at Redbeard's querry. "I have a bit of skill in such activities. When are 'we' to go down again? I might wish to 'purchase' some items myself."

 

[Imerak]

"Well, I don't plan to buy anything... maybe a potion," Larren mutters. He quickly holds up his hands, speaking quickly. "But hey, don't let me stop you, I'll just enjoy the festival! Take as long as you want!" Maybe I can finally get some partying in. I mean, clearing out those undead is great and just and all, but there's beer going undrank and women going unfondled out there!

 

[pathfinderq1]

Johanna stands up slowly from the table, shrugging once almost reflexively to get adjusted to the feel of her newly-acquired armor. She had been noticebaly quiet on their return from the sewers, and had taken her time upstairs getting cleaned up and changed. Even around the table she had spoken but little, and her expression had been grim- she had, it seemed been deeply troubled, or simply deep in thought. And she had had not a word to their new compatriot, merely a simple nod to the elven woman.

"Let us be about these errands then," she said, her Jotun accent still a bit harsh to the ear (though the smooth purr of her voice softened it a bit). "I'm thinking we need some fire, and perhaps a woodsman's axe, for that door. From the sound of that bar, finesse may not be the key there. Redbeard and I will be back- oh, and Jillian, wasn't it... Are any of the rest of you coming along? If not, perhaps you'll want to stick together a bit- not all of those who serve those dark powers will be quite so obvious as their walking dead. Those folk we fought were living men, and there might be more of them on the streets, not waiting for us to come back to them..."

OOC: If Redbeard is only a little short for the dog, Johanna might consider a loan. Her next real expenditure is likely to be a MW greatsword, and that's a ways out.

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 3, 1106 CR Morning
beneath Stonegate

OOC: Any purchases made can be made at standard prices, with the festival going on, Stonegate has a lot to offer. Also, feel free to backpost anything you still wanted to do on the night of May 2, I'm just moving things along a bit.

The morning finds the party once again passing through the streets of the city of Stonegate, then through the dry cistern, and down through the sewers, eventually finding their way to the guardpost, where they are greeted by Kanek, the irascible dwarf sergeant they met the first time down. He grins widely seeing their return. "Still not dead, eh? Well, the day is young, says I. Whatever is down this hole has been quiet while you've been gone. And remember to sing out loudly if ye come back this way, my lads are itching to chop up something."

Larren hears this through a haze of hangover. It isn't bad enough to really slow him down, but it is queasy and uncomfortable. He also didn't have much fun at breakfast, apparently his spending most of the evening chatting up a pretty half-elven bard didn't make Layana too happy. His bacon was greasy and cold, his bread old, and his porridge soggy. He also got a number of sniffs, and significant looks. Morris didn't help matters, seemingly infernally cheerful, even jovial, giving the young cleric a couple of hearty buffets on the back that his inherited breastplate didn't seem to slow down. Even worse, he ended up sleeping alone, since the pretty bard didn't take well to being fondled.

The makeshift barricade is moved aside, and the party is allowed into the narrow, winding stair, which takes them downwards, till they are at the place where it enters the first hallway. The hallway is dark, the torches that lit it previously apparently having gone out, and not been replaced. The opening the party looks through is on the south side of an east-west hallway, with a door directly opposite, and they know that there are more doors to the east, and a bend in the hallway that will take them north. What is to the west is unknown, but there was little sign of activity in that direction, last time they were here.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard

May 2nd(afternoon and evening): Redbeard and Johanna go to talk to the "merchant" they had met earlier only to find him not available. Also unfortunate, the pup that Redbeard had his eye on was a little more expensive than he thought. Johanna offers to make up the difference, but Redbeard turns her down, stating that the living ones down below should have enough gold in equipment to be able to buy it. Redbeard also wants to buy a couple of scrolls written in the tongue of the druids of his order. "Here be the plan," he tells Johanna, "I'll cast this 'ere scroll and it will be creatin' a thick mist around us. It not be good for fightin' but it will protect us surely from the clubs and arrows that will surely come as we break down that door." Upon returning from to the inn, Redbeard finally takes a bath, with much insistance from Olephas. It does little good however because after a drunken man spilled an ale all over him, Redbeard went outside a minute for air, and proceeded to drunkenly stumble into a mud puddle.

May 3rd: After awaking with a constant pounding in his head, a combination of the ale and from his fall the previous night, Redbeard has a breakfast of eggs and sausage. Olephas makes him a strong tea, which makes his headache go away completely. After breakfast he sullenly went returned to his room. He opened the window of his room and whistled, Polly flew in and landed on his forearm. He lovingly stroked the eagle's head, "It be time girl, we've had many a good time together, and ye have saved me more than once. This challenge is just to big for ye. I don't know what I'd do if ye died. I'm sure ye weren't fond of being underground anyway. Just know that no pup or other bird can be replacin' ye. Know that for a long time, ye were the only friend I had. Just do me a favor, and nest 'ere in Stonegate, so I can visit ye." With that said, Polly flew out the window and landed on a nearby roof. Redbeard returned downstairs shortly, a couple of tear lines on his dirty face. Before going to the sewer, Redbeard outlines his plans to the others. "I'd like to be lookin' in the rooms before to thee barred one, we don't know if they have any secret doors down there to be movin' around without notice. I be havin' a spell that will conceal us from any attacks while Broderick and Johanna are breaking down the door. Once the door be down we should try and move into the room. What are everybody's thoughts, does this be soundin' good?"

 

[pathfinderq1]

Before going to the sewer, Redbeard outlines his plans to the others. "I'd like to be lookin' in the rooms before to thee barred one, we don't know if they have any secret doors down there to be movin' around without notice. I be havin' a spell that will conceal us from any attacks while Broderick and Johanna are breaking down the door. Once the door be down we should try and move into the room. What are everybody's thoughts, does this be soundin' good?"

Johanna nods in some semblance of agreement. "At least while we're looking around, I'd guess we want Jillian up front with Broderick. I've heard that elven eyes are keen enough to spot even the smallest clues, and if we run into a fight, she can step back past me. We may even want to go over the areas we already checked, in case we missed anything the first time. If one of you men in the back of the group want to hold up a light, that would be a great help."

 

[EvolutionKB]

"How 'bout a light on me spear?" Redbeard begins a small prayer, "Darkness claims this place, balance it out 'o Nature and give us yer gentle light." With that Redbeard's longspear begins to glow. "This be lastin' only about twenty minutes, so be havin' a torch or sunrod ready after that."

OOC: Light spell

 

[pathfinderq1]

"How 'bout a light on me spear?" Redbeard begins a small prayer, "Darkness claims this place, balance it out 'o Nature and give us yer gentle light." With that Redbeard's longspear begins to glow. "This be lastin' only about twenty minutes, so be havin' a torch or sunrod ready after that."

Johanna looked at the witchlight with a moment's wonder- then she turned to Broderick and Jillian. "Let us be about our business, then, while the light lasts." With one last shrug of her shoulders to settle her sword harness over her armor, she lifted her own longspear, ready to back up the first searchers.

 

[Fenris]

"Aye, take the lead lass" says Broderick to Jillian, "but don't stray past me axe too far."