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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1944192" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON01/01/05SEGMENT 030STORMS OF DECIET“This sucks!”If anyone cares they don’t show it.Boddynoc is in a locked cell within a large iron cage.  There are five cells per side of the ship.  The cells are solid and molded together.  They are well made and the locks lock impossibly strong.  There are no windows but a few magical light sources allow for deep shadowy illumination.  It makes this even worse.  He is in the center cell on the left side of the ship.  To his right is an empty cell then a human.  The human looks impossibly thin but very fit still.  He is merely sitting there.  Boddynoc is uncertain if he is asleep, meditating or if his mind has found a happier place.  He knows the guy to his left has not.  This large and imposing human reaks of barbarian ..literally.  He paces and bangs on the bars often.  Beside him is a large heavily armored warforged.  He sits still and does nothing.  Boddynoc suspects he is thinking about a means out.  He doesn’t strike him as one that has given up.Across from him is another set of five cells.  To the extreme right is another heavily armored warforged.  He merely leans on the bars and tries to intimidate the guards.  He says nothing and does less.  Next to him is another human barbarian.  This one looks uncomfortable with the warforged.  He looks at him with suspicion.  Another barbarian is in the very last cell.  This barbarian seems intent to test each and every bar and weld over and over again.  It is getting him no where.  Directly across from Boddynoc is a monster.  Perhaps part Ogre.  If not- he had a thyroid issue.  The creature is eight feet tall and obviously very strong.  However, his limbs, especially his arms, are mis-sized to the rest of his body.  There is a look in his eyes that speaks of danger and strife.“How did I get here?” mumbles Boddynoc out loud.  Everyone has been stripped down to straps of cloth.  He is still shackled with the special manacles.  The two warforged and the creature are heavily chained which speaks of their strength and the guard’s respect for their strength.  The creature regular threatens the guards.  For his efforts, he is often struck with clubbing polearms.  Unable to fully defend himself, he has many welts on his upper body and face.  If it minds it, it doesn’t show.Boddynoc notes the routine.  All the crew and guards are dressed in leather armor.  Every two hours, a guard change occurs.  The active guards put on reinforced scale armor.  They have the long reach clubs and there are several crossbows hung on the wall away from the cells.  Two are loaded and prepared.   The cells themselves are solid.  He suspects that going through the wooden wall into the ocean would be easier that escaping through the metal.  Boddynoc does something he rarely does.  He succumbs to despair.This past adventure was not easy.  They were hired by Lady Elaydren of House Cannith to find a portion of the Creation Schema.  From what he has researched and learned, this schema gives secrets on how to give things life.  Not awakened- but trues life.  It is how to create a warforged being.  There are many pieces to this puzzle.  Working for her once before, they found apiece deep below Sharn.  Based on their success and dire need, she hired them again.  She learned of clues to another piece.  She looked to be desperate and on the run.  They were not given time to think about it as there are other parties that wanting the schema also.  A group of warforged have been actively perusing them and later the enigmatic Emerald Claw.  They traveled to the Mournlands.  They lost a friend and their cleric, Khora, in a bad battle with goblins and their much bigger kin and friends.They found the hidden facility within the Mournlands and escaped.  The Emerald Claw always in pursuit.  Cedious became lost and was presumed not to return.  The group nearly was all killed by a military patrol of Bugbears.  Only Boddynoc survived.  When he, with the piece they went for and the ONLY copy of the base plate of the schema, arrived at Lady Elaydren’s barge, he discovered Cedious survived.  He spoke of a strange ally whom was a Bugbear himself.   The baseplate was priceless.  The other parts were only clues.  With the plate, the pieces could be arranged and the arcane answer to how to create life could be answered.Boddynoc know he had struck gold.Until then, he had never told his teammate(s) that secretly he hoped to join the Trust and help his country of Zilargo.  The secrets to life would certainly be important to a country based on the collection of knowledge.  He and Cedious had hoped to allow the Trust to study and copy the inscriptions and runes from the plate in secret before giving it over.  Lady Elaydren was angered when he refused to part with it.He had no idea how angry or how far she would go to attain it and keep its existence a secret.She apparently hired thugs to procure the plate.  Boddynoc accidentally gave it to them by mistaking them for Trust agents.  With her prize possessed, all that mattered was the removal of the two beings that knew she had it.“I’m dead.” He says as he realizes he is not meant to survive the trip to Sharn.  Looking around, he sees many possible means for an accidental death to occur.  The creature could kill him.  The warforged…uncertain.  The guards could have fun.  Or maybe not be coy- just kill him and toss his body over the side into the ocean.  The ocean kept many secrets he was sure.Boddynoc slumps against the corner and watches the next guard exchange with little interest.</blockquote>

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