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The Forgotten Forge

OOC Whichever, but since we are low level I don't know that we have a whole lot of history to go over. If you want to just zap to the next part, I'm fine with it.
 

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OOC I'm going to the next part I won't know when to stop you if you talk.
You drink and eat for half the night except C who doesn't drink or eat. You spend the night at the Broken Anvil and wake up at dawn. When you go to the common room the halfling matron says "Your awake." and leads you to a secluded table near the back of the common room. "My Lady," the halfling says to the woman already seated at the table, "your guests have arrived." The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, dark blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turquoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks in a soft but clear voice. "Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the death of Bonal Geldem. Please, sit down. I am Elaydren d'Cannith." She points to glasses and three pitchers-ale, wine, and water-then gets right to business. "I have been working with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom," Lady Elaydren explains. "We were to meet earlier tonight, but as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so sent one of my agents to track you down."
She continues. "The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund an expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal..." her voice trails off. Then she leans close. "Perhaps you would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course."
 

Grabbing a glass of wine, it's never too early to drink after all, Cole looks at the others in the group, trying to gauge their interest levels.

sense motive (1d20+4=21)

If they appear interested, Cole asks "What kind of heirloom are you looking for? Also, what kind of trouble would you be expecting that you'd need to hire us?"
 

Kim gets curious regarding the woman's description, "Does that mean you're an heir to the dragonmark? Which one was Cannith? Does that mean you're rich?"
 

renau1g said:
Grabbing a glass of wine, it's never too early to drink after all, Cole looks at the others in the group, trying to gauge their interest levels.

sense motive (1d20+4=21)

If they appear interested, Cole asks "What kind of heirloom are you looking for? Also, what kind of trouble would you be expecting that you'd need to hire us?"
"The relic I seek is an adamantine plate in the shape of a seven-pointed star about the size of your hand," Elaydren explains. "It has no special power by itself, but it is an ancient schema-a piece of a pattern used by the Cannith artificers of old to craft unusual items. Recover this piece of history for us, and House Cannith will be extremely grateful. I am expecting trouble from the Lord of Blades." She looks like she remembers something. "Which one of you has the journal?"
 

Creamsteak said:
Kim gets curious regarding the woman's description, "Does that mean you're an heir to the dragonmark? Which one was Cannith? Does that mean you're rich?"
"I am a cousin of the blood but not an heir. And I am rich."
 

"Lord of Blades? Ah, 'Flesh-loving traitor.'" C puts his hand on his hammer and says with a nod, "I'll gladly help against his agents. But why would they be after a Cannith heirloom that has no power?"
 

Pinnacle said:
"Lord of Blades? Ah, 'Flesh-loving traitor.'" C puts his hand on his hammer and says with a nod, "I'll gladly help against his agents. But why would they be after a Cannith heirloom that has no power?"
"I am not sure why he wants it."
 


"I know not of this 'Lord of Blades.' If he has tasked his followers with assassinating elderly scholars then he must be a cruel one indeed. His assassin's comment seemed to suggest that they are trying to sow discord between the humanoids and the warforged."

Rogarth pauses as if if thinking or listening and with a little nod of his head seems to have come to a decision.

"I do not like this 'Lord of Blades.' He sounds like he must be a villain. I will help you in this task, assuming that your reward is worth the risk involved."

"So as to the 'generous' reward... how 'generous' are we talking here?"
 

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