The Underdark Primeval [IC]

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To the keep of Clan Stronghammer

Colonel Arombar nods in acquiesence to the judge, and Dargo knows that he is now on parole duty. The colonel speaks to his aides, and they go in different directions. One approaches the prisoners, and producing a set of keys, begins the long process of unshackling the myriad chains and locks that bound them (including Legs). During this time the other dwarves return, carrying three boxes, each with the equipment from one prisoner. As the unshackling is completed, the prisoners sign for the return of their equipment, and they are free to go.

Lady Miria escorts the group outside the courthouse, where her carriages are waiting. "I'm so glad you're free, at least for now. I hope you don't mind, but we have to head back right away. I'm already a day late, you see. There there, Denasa, everythings alright for now. Come, let's get going!"

The carriages start up, and head out of the city, back down into the depths of the earth.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*With Legs free and her shaky confidence restored both by the return of her things and Lady Miria's compassion, Denasa takes to wing to follow the carriages from the air for a bit.*

 

[deadestdai]

Glad that he is (supposedly) free, Solli dons his gear and gladly hops onto the roof of the carraige, his dart thruster ready in his hands, hoping Rogoth would pipe up sometime soon.

 

[Keia]

Dargo Golden, Half Deep Dragon Golden Dwarf (Fighter/Ranger)

Before leaving Eartheart, Dargo tried to requisition some healing items of some type . . . potions, wand, salves. He had already come across several instances where having healing would have been helpful and he had used his prior healing potions on his last patrol. Time to re-equip . . . or re-buy if that didn't work.

Dargo also took the opportunity to meet the former prisoners, of whom he was now the warden. "Greetings, I really didn't get a chance to talk with you before now. There were either guards around or something. My name is Dargo . . . Dargo Golden. I'm a ranger of some ability, and a member of the Eartheart patrol."

When the carriages set out, Dargo again took point (or rode on the lead carriage if they were moving faster than he could travel).

 

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During the trip you realize that Lady Miria's own guards seem more than capable of defending the carriages, allowing the wounded to rest in a carriage under the care of her healers, who help the wounded recover fully.

The colors and textures of the rocks change as Lady Miria's entourage descends to the Deep Realm, deep below the surface world, where the gold dwarves hold sway. Clan Stronghammer's demesne is on the far edge of the Deep Realm, bordering the Underdark areas they call the Deepwild. Clan Stronghammer has held sway in those caverns for many generations. You learn Lady Miria Stronghammer was the last Deep Lord, but due to her age and failing health, she passed on rulership to her son Karam. The Stronghammer tomb is not an abandoned dusty tomb, but a well-cared for resting place for the Stronghammer clan and their friends. You can tell without asking that it houses the remains of Lady Miria's own loved ones.

You arrive at the Stronghammer keep without incident. Lady Miria decides to give the payment she promised to Morph and Vuoor (500 gp each) to the others as well. In addition, she takes you to her vault and temple and supplies you with equipment for your investigation into the tomb.

OOC: Everyone gains 5,000 experience points. Not enough to level, but it's something. Lady Miria is essentially giving you 500 gp cash and 1,500 gp worth of equipment you may want (potions, scrolls, wands, etc). Any of the 1,500 gp 'unspent' is lost. Also, if you have additional funds, you are able to buy anything you want here. Feel free to ask questions or interact with each other.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Denasa thanks Lady Miria most prettily, curtesying and fluttering her wings. Legs bows as well, crouching on his eight long legs. Like a kid in a candy store, Denasa flies around the vault, looking at the great wealth of magic within. With much deliberation, she finally makes her selection of several potions and a scroll.*

*When making her selection, she introduces herself formally to the others.*

"My name is Denasa, sorceress of astounding power," she says with a saucy wink. "And this is Legs, my friend and companion."

[OOC - Denasa has selected a scroll of charm monster (700gp), potion of cat's grace (300gp), elixir of hiding (250gp), elixir of sneaking (250gp)]

 

[Erekose13]

Morph ponders his place in the group and chooses to select a few scrolls as his treasure. He scoops up 4 scrolls of cure serious wounds cementing his role in the group as the healer.

During introductions, Morph pipes up, "Greatings, I am Pwyoolp Ripplepond, but please just call my Morph. I am a caretaker by profession, offering my services as gardener and instructor. I, myself, have joined this expedition in defence of the Lady Miria and have found myself pulled along by a series of events."

 

[Uriel]

Still silent after the attempt at escape, Rogoth ponders the lives that he took during it. Not for food or territory, but in rage...
Morose, he fidgets silently before the judge, expecting Death. When no death sentence is forthcoming the ears of the Grimlock perk-up quickly. He might have a chance to catch and deal with those who had framed him? Then, a word drips cold,malevolent Vileness into his heart...Illithid.
Steeling himself, Rogoth attempts pleasantries with his new benefactor.
'I am Rogoth. Much thanks for your aid, Lady. Endeavour will I to bring to Justice these enemies. My folk have unfortunate dealings with Illithid before. they enslave us, eat us...kill us for sport. Yes, Rogoth will help.'

OoC:Rogoth will buy; (of the total 2,000GP in cash/gear)

12 more Cure Light Wounds Potions (600GP)
2 Cure Moderate Potions (600GP)
1 Potion of Lesser Restoration (300GP)
1 Potion of Jump (50GP)
1 Tanglefoot Bag (50GP)
6 Vials of Acid (60GP)
7 Alchemist's Fire (140GP)

Total Cost 1800GP, leaving 200 in cash that he would prefer in small (25GP) gems.

 

[deadestdai]

Solli looks near enough overjoyed at the gift. His first thought was to go visit the Dryad whore "Tillir" back at the city, but he noted how everyone else seemed to be using their gifts to buy goods that would help their hunt. Sighing inwardly, he went ahead and thanked his benefactor and bought things for himself also.

How boring.....

*OOC: Solli bought 1 pot of Cats grace, 1 pot of Cure serious, 2 pots of lesser restoration and 4 pots of hide from undead = 1850gp total & 150gp cash for his purse. *

Greasing up his DartThruster's joints, Solli sat with a grim smile upon his features as he imagined the hated Illithid he would slay soon. I may not be able to find and kill those who slew my family, but I will make sure that where I find the wretched mind flayer filth, I will do my best to wipe them from the very rock we stand on! And with that "comforting" thought, he went off in search of his pal Rogoth to discuss their journey ahead.

 

[Keia]

Dargo Golden, Half Deep Dragon Golden Dwarf (Fighter/Ranger)

"Denasa, Rogoth, Solli . . . it is good to meet all of you," Dargo replied. He looked around the supplies room of Clan Stonehammer, fully expecting to take several healing potions. Then his eyes a-lighted on a ring . . . the tag described it as a Ring of Sustenance - something he had been saving for for some time.

Dargo rifled through his pockets, coming up with coins and other items to finally make up the purchase price. Even after, Dargo had enough coin to purchase a couple of potions, just in case.

OOC: Funds total 2,618 gp. Purchased Ring of Sustenance, and 2 potions CLW. 18 gp remain.