fromage67
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Lars/Romeo nods curtly and says, "A mug of ale. The good, umm, kind." Lars/Romeo then leans forward and says as low as he can, "So? Ah, what service did you, ummm, have in mind?"
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Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm
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Lars/Romeo nods curtly and says, "A mug of ale. The good, umm, kind." Lars/Romeo then leans forward and says as low as he can, "So? Ah, what service did you, ummm, have in mind?"
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Swamp/Tower
Arnir, you attempt to lift the stone block, but you find that it is extremely heavy and well beyond your individual abilities. As Kirio ponders the block itself and Hrimr inspects the corpses that are clearly goblins that have rotten too far for any accurate forensics, you all hear a shrieking wail rip through the room. It is a sound that seems to tear through you, a horrible unearthly sound that seems to rip through all matter and time. It chills your blood and fills your mind with incomprehensible thoughts of pain and fear.
Suddenly, the large statue of the blacksmith begins to glow and from the stump of severed stone arm projects an incorporeal robed arm grasping an equally ethereal hammer. The glowing apparition then floats forward, out of the statue, but resembling the bearded craftsman in every way. Its skin is pale, the beard grey and the clothes ancient in their style. Its eyes are milky white orbs and it opens its mouth to wail once again before crying out, in a voice that turns your bowels to water:
"Thieves! You were not satisfied by taking the ancient symbol of my order?! How dare you return to this sacred place!?"
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Bronze Trident
Reece pours Lars his drink and collects his silver piece from the young rogue. He leans in and says, as quietly as he can over the rowdy sounds of the room, "Changed our mind did we? Well I'll tell you what, do you see that drunken fellow sitting near the front door? The older chap with the whore he can't afford bouncing on his lap?"
You turn back and see a human man no younger than forty or fifty years of age. He sports the clothes of common laborer and he is well into his ale. The whore seems as interested as the few pieces of silver on the table will make her.
Reece continues when you lean back in. "His name is Fineas. He works somewhere in town .. a carpenter or mason or something. Doesn't matter. He took a loan from me to start up his own business and he is late in repaying it. Very late. He was supposed to be square with me tonight but has given me the ol' 'im a bit short this month' line. Yet here he sits enjoying ale and hoping for some fairer evening company. I'll tell you what Romeo. Either get back the 25 pieces of gold he owes me or maybe he'll have an accident on the way home?. Do that tonight and we'll have a nice little discussion in my office about business. Either return with that done or don't return at all. We clear?"
Swamp/Tower
Arnir, you attempt to lift the stone block, but you find that it is extremely heavy and well beyond your individual abilities. As Kirio ponders the block itself and Hrimr inspects the corpses that are clearly goblins that have rotten too far for any accurate forensics, you all hear a shrieking wail rip through the room. It is a sound that seems to tear through you, a horrible unearthly sound that seems to rip through all matter and time. It chills your blood and fills your mind with incomprehensible thoughts of pain and fear.
Suddenly, the large statue of the blacksmith begins to glow and from the stump of severed stone arm projects an incorporeal robed arm grasping an equally ethereal hammer. The glowing apparition then floats forward, out of the statue, but resembling the bearded craftsman in every way. Its skin is pale, the beard grey and the clothes ancient in their style. Its eyes are milky white orbs and it opens its mouth to wail once again before crying out, in a voice that turns your bowels to water:
"Thieves! You were not satisfied by taking the ancient symbol of my order?! How dare you return to this sacred place!?"
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Bronze Trident
Reece pours Lars his drink and collects his silver piece from the young rogue. He leans in and says, as quietly as he can over the rowdy sounds of the room, "Changed our mind did we? Well I'll tell you what, do you see that drunken fellow sitting near the front door? The older chap with the whore he can't afford bouncing on his lap?"
You turn back and see a human man no younger than forty or fifty years of age. He sports the clothes of common laborer and he is well into his ale. The whore seems as interested as the few pieces of silver on the table will make her.
Reece continues when you lean back in. "His name is Fineas. He works somewhere in town .. a carpenter or mason or something. Doesn't matter. He took a loan from me to start up his own business and he is late in repaying it. Very late. He was supposed to be square with me tonight but has given me the ol' 'im a bit short this month' line. Yet here he sits enjoying ale and hoping for some fairer evening company. I'll tell you what Romeo. Either get back the 25 pieces of gold he owes me or maybe he'll have an accident on the way home?. Do that tonight and we'll have a nice little discussion in my office about business. Either return with that done or don't return at all. We clear?"
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fromage67
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Lars/Romeo looks at Fineas without making it obvious. He shrugs, "OK, ah, no worries. I'll, ah, catch you, ummm, later."
Lars/Romeo drifts away from the counter and strolls around the room, keeping an eye on good ol' Fineas. He sets himself up as close as possible to the table with the well-dressed dandy and the scarred furred-cape guy. His back is to them, and he does his best to catch some of the conversation. If, at any point, Fineas gets up to leave, Lars/Romeo will follow.
Once about 15 minutes have passed and Fineas is still inside, Lars/Romeo will leave the Bronze Trident, and set himself up outside where he can watch the door. He will drop the disguise and stay in the shadows.
Lars/Romeo drifts away from the counter and strolls around the room, keeping an eye on good ol' Fineas. He sets himself up as close as possible to the table with the well-dressed dandy and the scarred furred-cape guy. His back is to them, and he does his best to catch some of the conversation. If, at any point, Fineas gets up to leave, Lars/Romeo will follow.
Once about 15 minutes have passed and Fineas is still inside, Lars/Romeo will leave the Bronze Trident, and set himself up outside where he can watch the door. He will drop the disguise and stay in the shadows.
funkmamagoat
First Post
Kirio mouth hangs open for a moment at the spectral smith's apparition... he attempts to recover before the situation gets out of hand "Old... please! We are not thieves, only lost travelers seeking shelter for the night." he indicates the goblin corpses with his chin "we are not aligned with those vile things, nor have we ever been here; we are in fact lost as we were attempting to track a group of them that have murdered an ally and stolen goods from him. We mean you or this sacred place no harm."
OOC: knowledge roll
OOC: knowledge roll
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Swamp/Tower
"Liar!" screams the ghostly manifestation, "travelers seeking shelter do not seek to open the sacred vault of offerings to the Lord of all Smiths, the Wonderbringer, all hail his glory! You are thieves, here to steal the secrets of our glorious empire and our holy gifts to he who guides our hammers! Explain yourselves or I shall send you to the afterlife to join those pitiful beasts who so unjustly stole our glorious emblem!"
[sblock="for Kirio"]You don't know much about it, but the apparition is likely a spectre. They are incorporeal manifestations of spirits which can only be potentially harmed by magic spells or magic weapons. [/sblock]
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Bronze Trident
Lars, you sip your pricey beer and strain your ears as you attempt to listen to the conversation going on behind you. Over the hum of the crowd and the performing gnomes, you hear the following snippets from two voices: the first gruff and gritty; the second meek and petulant.
"..ice is five thousand pieces of gold Darius. We're talkin .... `agon's egg. This ain't no ornament for yer stinkin' mantle. This here ... and kicking."
"...its too much, far too much to expect me to pay for something like that. Of course ... `pen to negotiating like gentlemen mister Lowd..."
"I ain't negotiating. The price is the price ..."
That is all you're able to hear before fifteen minutes elapse and you see that Fineas is in no hurry to leave his drinks or his hired company. He can't handle too many more ales though, for his last swig left more beer on his face and shirt than in his mouth. His guffaw of a laugh rings in your ears as you step outside of the tavern and back into the dark rain-filled evening.
Swamp/Tower
"Liar!" screams the ghostly manifestation, "travelers seeking shelter do not seek to open the sacred vault of offerings to the Lord of all Smiths, the Wonderbringer, all hail his glory! You are thieves, here to steal the secrets of our glorious empire and our holy gifts to he who guides our hammers! Explain yourselves or I shall send you to the afterlife to join those pitiful beasts who so unjustly stole our glorious emblem!"
[sblock="for Kirio"]You don't know much about it, but the apparition is likely a spectre. They are incorporeal manifestations of spirits which can only be potentially harmed by magic spells or magic weapons. [/sblock]
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Bronze Trident
Lars, you sip your pricey beer and strain your ears as you attempt to listen to the conversation going on behind you. Over the hum of the crowd and the performing gnomes, you hear the following snippets from two voices: the first gruff and gritty; the second meek and petulant.
"..ice is five thousand pieces of gold Darius. We're talkin .... `agon's egg. This ain't no ornament for yer stinkin' mantle. This here ... and kicking."
"...its too much, far too much to expect me to pay for something like that. Of course ... `pen to negotiating like gentlemen mister Lowd..."
"I ain't negotiating. The price is the price ..."
That is all you're able to hear before fifteen minutes elapse and you see that Fineas is in no hurry to leave his drinks or his hired company. He can't handle too many more ales though, for his last swig left more beer on his face and shirt than in his mouth. His guffaw of a laugh rings in your ears as you step outside of the tavern and back into the dark rain-filled evening.
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digimattic
First Post
Arnir winces as the apparition screams at them "I've had just about enough of that...Wonderbringer, was it? Take a look at the wonder of your "glorious empire". This tower is nought but rubble!"
funkmamagoat
First Post
Kirio sighs "I am not lying, and you seem to be admitting we are not the ones who stole your symbol, good, progress. We were indeed looking at the "sacred vault of offerings" as you call it, but as far as we knew it was a secret entrance to the lair of the creatures we are tracking... we new not this was a temple of the Lord of All Smiths. Had we known we would of course have shown more respect. Please accept our sincere apology, we meant no offence."
Battle in the Tower Cellar - Round 1
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Swamp/Tower
A cry of anguish rips through the cellar as the apparition falls into a state of rage: "Vandal! Thief! The high priest of the Wonderbringer is no fool! Your lips drip venom as the snake men of old did when we drove them from this place. You shall join them and all thieves in the endless pits of the Abyss!"
[sblock="for Kirio"]The Lord of all Smiths and Wonderbringer are names for a god known as Gond. Gond is the deity of craftsmen and artisans that is popular among dwarves and especially with gnomes. His symbol is usually a cog or gear segmented with and inlay-ed with the designs of tools.[/sblock]
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Initiative
1 - Kirio
2 - Alric
3 - Bannock
4 - DM
5 - Arnir
6 - Hrimr
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Battle in the Tower Cellar - Round 1
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Swamp/Tower
A cry of anguish rips through the cellar as the apparition falls into a state of rage: "Vandal! Thief! The high priest of the Wonderbringer is no fool! Your lips drip venom as the snake men of old did when we drove them from this place. You shall join them and all thieves in the endless pits of the Abyss!"
[sblock="for Kirio"]The Lord of all Smiths and Wonderbringer are names for a god known as Gond. Gond is the deity of craftsmen and artisans that is popular among dwarves and especially with gnomes. His symbol is usually a cog or gear segmented with and inlay-ed with the designs of tools.[/sblock]
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Initiative
1 - Kirio
2 - Alric
3 - Bannock
4 - DM
5 - Arnir
6 - Hrimr
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Battle in the Tower Cellar - Round 1
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funkmamagoat
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"It is likely a spectre, as such it can likely only be hurt by magical weapons and spells... he's a dead priest of Gond, the deity of craftsmen and artisans in case any of you were wondering..." Kirio moves against a wall (L 9) draws on his beautiful green bow, and fires...
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