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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Advilaar" data-source="post: 5996621" data-attributes="member: 6698911">The Freed Elf Archer and the Wizard were pretty hurt and beat up. They would need healing. But, with no cleric and only one healing potion apiece, it would leave them in a dangerous situation. Plus, there was no telling if the city forces had additional ways to track them. They would have to leave town. But first, the Rogue needed to come back. As the Archer packed gear, the Wizard sent out a message to the Rogue. He needed to return to the inn at once. A second or two later, the Rogue showed up with the Cohort drinks in hand. "You guys look like you have had a worse day than I have had." the Rogue remarked.After a minute to catch up on events and a few charges drained from the Staff of Healing the Cohort owned, the talk shifted to ways out of the city pronto. Fortunately, because of the Flame Gaurd amulets, this was an easy situation. They would merely be able to teleport into the office then walk through the portal back to the Tower and safety. The amulets let them bypass any Flame Tower property anchors except in certain areas. A scroll was unfurled... ...and they appeared back in front of the talkative clerk who oversaw the Monastary City office that secretly housed a portal. The clerk mention cops came by looking for them but had left. The clerk said he gave them no information because, well, the clerk actually did not know anything.After a goodbye, all were back at the Tower in Metropolis to wait to have another audience with the Patron, who the gaurds said had stepped out earlier in the day.As they headed back to the barracks suite they lived in, they compared what knowledge they had gleaned so far and the questions. - Monastary City must be under the control of a different group of dragons. They saw no chromatics there. makes sense. Monastary City is in a nieghboring small nation. there was also history of skirmishes between the two up to a hundred years ago. - Metropolis, and maybe the rest of the vast Empire must be mostly controled by green dragons. Since the majority of most the empire was massive forests with the exception of miles wide radius beyong the limits of Metroplis and extreme parts of a settlement called Harvest far to the extreme westernmost fringes of the empire, this made sense according to the Wizard's readings of lore. -Shaw, the wild card in all this, was not the one that controlled the dragons and most likely he used the confusion to rob the Merchant Prince blind. But, why was he in the library and what was he researching? They figured that even though Shaw could have killed them, he intentionally caused a ruckus so they would hopefully be apprehended by the city. Why? - These weapons with elven marks. All new, everywhere. the rogue's family used to be blacksmiths and looked at the markings as well. Seemed like the pieces were numbered like they were mass produced. Elven letters: BW. Who? - A Dragon King. A Dragon council. Is there some dragon shadow government? -What of the pins surgically embedded in the slaves that teleported the bodies? where do the bodies go? -And still loming. The Taskmaster. Stadium owner and imperial Liason. The closest thing this city has to a govenor type given station by the Emporer in the Empire's Capital thousands of miles away. He had not had the 'goggle" test yet. But, most suspected they could smell a powerful dragon from a mile off. But, just how powerful? -Dragons, the majority all around the same age that vastly outnumber the few known or suspected "big players". what is up with that?  The quest to find a powerful cleric to help question the dragon bodies of those juvenile dragons killed that had infiltrated and the still decaying corpse of the Merchant Prince was a miserable failure.  But, even in failure questions were answered leading to more questions... Maybe the Patron, who seemed to be the only halfway sane person in a world turned upside down could add more. But for now, sleep. All the PCs collapsed so exhausted that some did not even make it to the beds. even the Cohort who had a cheap flat at the harbor decided to take up a spot on the floor. Tomorrow, now that is another day.</blockquote>

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