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Water Problems [DM: Voda Vosa; Judge: Kalidrev!]

Voda Vosa

Villager
Shuman walks out of the tavern, followed closely by the mercenary band he has hired. The bulky sorceres, the chatty bugbear, the massive goliath, the prideful jadeite, and the confident shifter follow the eccentric man down the streets of the city. The sturdy group keeps on foot, until they reach the gates, where a strange wagon pulled by two strange beasts was waiting for them. Shuman stops in his place, and turns to examine each of you. A worry face he shows when looking at Torqua, Kavac and Vardaal. "I'm afraid your size wont allow us to travel in this small carriage. Although, perhaps you wont mind riding on the roof of the wagon?" he asks, politely, but not really asking; he boards the vehicle, and motions Frost and Myoko to follow him, while he points up to the gargantuan trio before shutting the door.
The first to climb is the bugbear. He nimbly gets on the roof, and helps Kavac to lift Torqua. It's not an easy task, even for the tough warriors, but finnally, the sorceress is accommodated in her place.
Kavac places a foot on the wheel and then loads himself on the roof of the wagon, making it creak under his weight.
The overloaded wagon started, then, his slow peaced march.
The warlord and the fighter found themselves in a quite confortable transport, with nice cushions, good decoration and delightful smell. Shuman remains silent, unless someone prompts a question.
The three on the roof can see the shifting landscape as the wagon travels far from the city.
Driving from the main road, the group takes a detour to the right, to a small dirt path, that flows among the scattered trees of a nearby forest. As the road continues, the trees' density gets thicker, and the underbrush begins to grow more abundantly.
Slowly, the sun descends on the horizon, and the lights dim, until the surroundings turn pitch dark, in a moonless night.
With a tired gesture, Shuman claps his hands, and a set a pair of magical lights on the side of the wagon. The now visible forest is quite creepy: twisted branches loom over the wagon, twisting around the sorceress black hair from time to time. Vardaal enjoys himself, scratching his head with them.
From within the wagon, the pair can see the wide trunks of the seemingly old trees, passing one after another, in a boring monotony, just to get surprised by a flashing pair of eyes, shooting from the darkness.
After two hours from the sun set, the wagon stops.
From the top, Vadraal, Kavac and Torqua can see the rider jumping down, and opening the side door. Shuman steps out followed by the other two.
The ambassador gestures the trio to get down, and after a briefe (but not troublesome) moment, the five adventurers are stand in front of the wizard.
"Well, I'll travel no further with you I'm afraid. There is a portal a few minutes walking away from here. You must go through the forest. Once you step through the portal there will be a receiving party waiting for you on the other side. For now, fare you well my friends, may luck smile upon you." With that, the eldery man returns to the carriage, and the driver jumps back on, and speed off.
With nothing to say, the group walks into the forest, which seems quite peaceful now. All seems worse when you are sitting on the roof of a moving wagon.
After a few minutes of walk through the woods, our adventurers find the portal. It seems odd that a portal to the blazing sands was hidden in a swampy forest, but with the objectives clear in their mind, the group steps through it. Unfortunately, the ratberry pie is lost in the process, due to a planetary confulx that creates an temporal anomaly. Torqua explains later, that instead of the pie, one of them could have been torn inside out, but that doesn't seem to lift the spirit of the now sad bugbear.
With the pie-exploding issue, the group doesn't notice the place that the have been teleported to. As they move their eyes from Vardaal's destroyed pie, they find themselves in some sort of cave, of sandy brown walls. There are several inscriptions in a strange language, carved in the stone, and the place seems to be well cared. The place is illuminated by torches placed on wall supports, and the group quickly fins their way to the entrance following them.
As they step out, a man in robe much like Shuman's greets them.
"Ah! Finaly. I take that you come sent by Shuman, yes? My name is Ladham, visir of Asamadar." the man announces himself, waiting for your replies. He is evidently old, and the feather in his "fancy hat" is bigger and more ornamented. He is well guarded by four armed men, that seems to be some sort of bodyguards.
 
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Goldhammer

Villager
"The honor is all ours, Ladham, sorry if we kept you waiting. I am Torqua Debu, a great sorceress." She says for the fourth time today, making a finally check to make sure she hadn't lost any body parts when she stepped through that portal.

"Now tell me, what will be the first coruse of action in returning your missing water? Will we be setting off straight away after the supected water theives or will we have a chance to discuss a plan of attack over dinner?"
 

Llama_Bill

Villager
Kavac nods an answer but stays unusually quiet, he never was a fan of travelling by magic. Once he finally regains his composure Kavac’s hand moves to his belt as he says: “My name’s Kavac,” to no one in particular. After seeing that he doesn’t look in too much trouble right now his hands drop to his side. “Yeah, Shuman sent us here. He says you’re looking for some water.” replys Kavac finally making eye contact with Ladham. The colour in Kavac’sface returns and he starts to look more at ease.

[sblock=Kavac's Stats (As I spent time making it]
Kavac - Goliath Barbarian 1
Passive Perception 16, Passive Insight 11
AC 16, Fort 16, Reflex 13, Will 12
HP 33/33, Bloodied 16, Surge Value 8, Surges 12/12
Speed 6, Initiative +2
Action Points: 1/1, Second Wind
At-Will Powers: Recuperating Strike, Howling Strike
Encounter Powers: Avalanche Strike, Swift Charge, Stone's Endurance
Daily Powers: Bloodhunt Rage
Racial Features: Mountain's Tenacity, Powerful Athlete, Stone's Endurance
Class Features: Barbarian Agility, Feral Might, Rageblood Vigor, Rampage
[/sblock]


[sblock=OOC]Do we have that 20g or will we have to ask for it later?[/sblock]
 

RickRoll

Villager
The others have seemed to address the new leader so Frost will step quietly to the side and let them discuss their matters. He will wait quietly as the social conversations are not his forte. He counts on the others to take care of things and direct him where to go.
 
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Farce

Villager
The bugbear amuses himself on the journey with thoughts of ratberry pie-filled lands, a few drops of saliva dripping down. When they were in the scary-looking forest he leaned over the opening and poked his head in the carriage "ROAR! I am scary monster, I eat your pies!" Vardaal jokes as he pulls himself up, doubled over in laughter.
Once arriving at the portal, Vardaal looks a bit nervous, but puts on a brave face and follows the others through. When his pie is destroyed, the bugbear lets out a large bellow, a mix of anger and sadness. "Why Mr. Fancy Hat no tell me that pie splode?" he laments.
At the sight of the newcomers, Vardaal straightens. I Vardaal, of Solkuth's brood, of clan Broken Tooth. You have a more fancy hat than Mr. Fancy Hat...hmmmm...you is more fancy, ok you now Mr. Fancy Hat, he Mr. Not-so-Fancy Hat. Ok so someone is taking your water?" the bugbear says, his spirits lifted at the thought of a fight.
 

Voda Vosa

Villager
"The honor is all ours, Ladham, sorry if we kept you waiting. I am Torqua Debu, a great sorceress." She says for the fourth time today, making a finally check to make sure she hadn't lost any body parts when she stepped through that portal.
"Now tell me, what will be the first coruse of action in returning your missing water? Will we be setting off straight away after the supected water theives or will we have a chance to discuss a plan of attack over dinner?"
The man simply gestures around him. Up to that moment, the light from the torches had made you think it was daytime. But it was not. As you step out of the cave's entrance, you can see a beautiful night sky, plaged with stars, and a bright quarter moon shining in the cloudless sky. Around you there's darkness. The soil where you are standing is a dry crust of dirt covered by a thin layer of sand, that gently rolls with the night breeze. Far away you can see huge living sand dunes, which like slugs, moves slowly, perhaps a inch a day, wandering the desert in the direction the wind takes them.
"These are no hours for travelling I'm afraid. In a few hours the temperatures will drop drastically." explains Ladham as he smiles

Kavac nods an answer but stays unusually quiet, he never was a fan of travelling by magic. Once he finally regains his composure Kavac’s hand moves to his belt as he says: “My name’s Kavac,” to no one in particular. After seeing that he doesn’t look in too much trouble right now his hands drop to his side. “Yeah, Shuman sent us here. He says you’re looking for some water.” replys Kavac finally making eye contact with Ladham. The colour in Kavac’sface returns and he starts to look more at ease.
The bugbear amuses himself on the journey with thoughts of ratberry pie-filled lands, a few drops of saliva dripping down. When they were in the scary-looking forest he leaned over the opening and poked his head in the carriage "ROAR! I am scary monster, I eat your pies!" Vardaal jokes as he pulls himself up, doubled over in laughter.
Once arriving at the portal, Vardaal looks a bit nervous, but puts on a brave face and follows the others through. When his pie is destroyed, the bugbear lets out a large bellow, a mix of anger and sadness. "Why Mr. Fancy Hat no tell me that pie splode?" he laments.
At the sight of the newcomers, Vardaal straightens. I Vardaal, of Solkuth's brood, of clan Broken Tooth. You have a more fancy hat than Mr. Fancy Hat...hmmmm...you is more fancy, ok you now Mr. Fancy Hat, he Mr. Not-so-Fancy Hat. Ok so someone is taking your water?" the bugbear says, his spirits lifted at the thought of a fight.

"Yes indeed. Someone, or something perhaps, cut our supplies from the local oasis. As you can see there is no much water around these parts.
I'm here to take you to the palace, to meet my lord Losadar"

he replies to both Kavac and Vardaal. The man looks at the jadite and the shifter eager to hear something from them, or so it seems.
 

RickRoll

Villager
The shifter looks around nervously at the attention the man is paying him, but quickly realizes that he has just shown up here with no introduction or explanation other than provided by the others. Frost looks up, saying "This is a nice looking place you have here. The natural world is so beautiful. I am Frost and I am here to see your water safely returned to you."
 

pathfinderq1

Villager
The woman in the dragon armor had been silent for the entire trip, though she seemed to be paying attention to what was going on around her, and from time to time she would glance at one or another of her new compatriots as if assessing them in some way. She managed the journey through the portal without any hint of unease, having recently made just such a journay to arrive in Daunton.

As they made their introductions, she took a ready stance behind Torqua- the space of a careful bodyguard. And only once all the other introductions were made did she step forward a careful pace (keeping her spear sloped back in a nonthreatening direction). She bowed, perhaps a fingerwidth more deeply than she had for Shuman. Her voice was steady and measured, attempting to convey proper respect without being too subservient. "I am Myoko Y'Dosani, called Littledrake. I am also honored to have been sent to assist you. If you are to take us to your lord, it would be our honor to make that journey at your convenience. The cool air of the night may be better for us to travel in than the heat of day..." With her first words spoken, she again stepped back into a wary ready stance.

OOC: Anybody have Nature as a trained skill? Any ritual casters? Anyone with serious ranged ability, besides the sorceress? Anyone besides Myoko have any healing ability?
 

Llama_Bill

Villager
[sblock=OOC]I have +4 for nature checks but that is about it. No rituals, ranged (except throwing hammers) or healing (except healing surges).[/sblock]
 

Goldhammer

Villager
"While I sure none of would dream of turning down your great lord's hospitality, in fact we are all quite humble to be meeting him, Myoto does have a point. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that they call this area 'The Blazing Sands' because of how frighteningly hot it gets during the day, and I've heard little of anyone freezing to death in desert." Torqua explains as she follows the Visir, her weight causing her to sink into the sand a bit. She pauses for a moment to pick up a hand full of sand and studies it for a moment.

"However I must argee with Frost, the desert is quite beautiful at night." She adds as she releases her handful of sand, the wind taking it where it pleased. "Such tranquility."

OOC: Anybody have Nature as a trained skill? Any ritual casters? Anyone with serious ranged ability, besides the sorceress? Anyone besides Myoko have any healing ability?
OOC: I've got Nature and a dialy healing power.
 

Voda Vosa

Villager
The cool air of the night may be better for us to travel in than the heat of day...
"...if by cool you mean freeze to death, yes, you might travel the desert at night." Without waiting for another question or statement, Ladham turned over his feet and started walking as he speaks "Now follow me then, the city is just behind that hill"
The adventurers and the small group from the city walked for a few minutes until the reached the top of the hill.
Down below they behold Asamadar, the First city of the Blazing Sands. At this point everyone expected a huge capital, with tall withe walls, and pointy buildings spreading inside. Instead, the wall was low and made of some orange bricks, and the tallest of buildings was the 'palace'. With their expectations in their pockets, the group followed Ladham into the city.


OOC: Will update more tomorrow.
 

pathfinderq1

Villager
Without another word, Myoko followed their host and his guards. While she kept herself near Torqua, she did pause for just a moment now and again as they walked along. By the third or fourth time she made such a brief stop, the othe warriors in the group would be able to realize what she was doing- she was testing the sand and how it reacted underfoot, determining how she might have to adapt if htey were to fight in such terrain...
 

Voda Vosa

Villager
The group walks into the city by the well guarded front door. These men doubtlessly perform what they are paid for: Smacking lawbreakers.
Asamadar's streets are made of compacted dirt, and even at those hours of the night, the people has their small stands out, where infinite variety of items can be purchased. Some women dressed in provocative outfits lean on market's walls and other closed buildings. They shoot glances at the male members of the party.
Other women, dressed with heavy tunics also go by, paying no particular attention to anyone, save from the huge Goliath, who seems to be a strange sight in these lands.
Most men and behind a stand trying to sell their products.
In the few minutes that takes the short walk to the palace, the adventurers see the small shops closing, it's owners gathering the products, the planks and pieces of cloths, and departing, presumably to their houses.
As you reach the palace, the nearby buildings shut closed their windows and doors. The slightly cold breeze begins to grow, and the temperature to drop. In the time that took you to get up the palace stairs, the temperature dropped several degrees below zero, and the wind intensified greatly. In a question of minutes, the air is freezing.
Hasted by the sudden climatological change, the adventurers rush inside, once the heavy wooden doors are opened at Ladham command.
The elderly man smiles cheerfully. "I told you about the cold"
He leads the group from corridor to corridor, turning and turning again. After going down a stair, the brawl for hire find a massive wooden and heavily ornamented. The pair of guardsmen standing on each side gave the group a weary look. "They come to see our master Losadar" announces Ladham, and with a wave of his hand, the guards open the door.
This was the only thing the ambassador Shuman was not exagerating about. The room litteraly glittered with golden decorations. The walls are covered with all type of different tapestries, of exquisite design, and the furnitures, of a black smooth wood also shine under the orange light of the candles. There's also a strange scent in the air. The jadite is more used to the scent of sahumerio, an odours paste that burns slowly liberating a nice scent, said to have different properties, depending on the paste composition.
In the middle of the room there are several cushions, over which lies a gorgeous big (by any standard) man. He is dressing a light tunic, and wears the same turban that Shuman ad Ladham. But his feather and ornaments are more luxurious. Fancy, in the bugbear's dictionary.
With a graceful movement, the man stood up, and walked hasty towards the adventurers.
"Come in, come in please." he says smiling "Shuman has told me about you, but you seem more impressive in person I must say." he rubs his hands in expectation, as he studies each of you, as you enter the room. Ladham disappears behind the door, with a long bow.
"I'm Losador, ruler of this humble city." The man introduces himself. "I take that you have been informed on the situation in detail by Shumand and Ladham, but anything you want to know, I'm the one to ask to." he says, waiting on you.
 

Goldhammer

Villager
"The honor is all ours, Lord Losador and I have to say, you have quite an amazing collection of treasures." Torqua says, slightly spellbound by the exotic decorations. "Perhaps later you might be able to tell us how you came across such beautiful items."

"But on to the task at hand, The first thing we should do is figure out who might behind this. Who might have a grudge against the city, who could have the power dry up an oasis, things like that. Then it's just a case of finding out where they are and acting on that."

"Seeing as how there's little we can do in the cold of night, I believe we should discuss this over dinner. It's been a long
journey here and we'll all think better on a full stomach." The sorceress suggests, never turning down a king's feast, even if she's yet to be offered it.
 

Llama_Bill

Villager
"You forgot to ask where. Can we go see where the water should be tomorrow?" While saying this Kavac sits on the floor with his back against the wall. He then adds, "This may be the wrong thing to ask but do you have any water? This is an impressive room by the way." Kavac looks around the room and thinks happily about what someone this wealthy would give away for finding their water supply.
 
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Llama_Bill

Villager
[sblock=OOC]Is there a way for me to get rid of this post? I know we can all push things around if we need to but is anyone good at the social side of things?[/sblock]
 
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RickRoll

Villager
The shifter bows at the man's entrance, clearly treating this man with deferential treatment, recognizing that one needs to treat a noble with a manner of respect. Frost steps forward and adds to the others questions, "Is there any king or tribes that have threatened you lately? Any enemies of your city? They are probably jealous of your power" the shifter says.
 

Voda Vosa

Villager
"The honor is all ours, Lord Losador and I have to say, you have quite an amazing collection of treasures." Torqua says, slightly spellbound by the exotic decorations. "Perhaps later you might be able to tell us how you came across such beautiful items."

"But on to the task at hand, The first thing we should do is figure out who might behind this. Who might have a grudge against the city, who could have the power dry up an oasis, things like that. Then it's just a case of finding out where they are and acting on that."

"Seeing as how there's little we can do in the cold of night, I believe we should discuss this over dinner. It's been a long
journey here and we'll all think better on a full stomach." The sorceress suggests, never turning down a king's feast, even if she's yet to be offered it.
"To answer your questions in order: Almost every city of the Blazing Sand and no one that I have knowledge about. Most certainly my lady, the dinner is being prepared, and will soon arrive, please, find yourselves a comfortable spot. As for my collection of exotic artefacts, well I must say that this city is a window to the world, although it's poor development as a city, it's the most busy trading station I've seen. And I'm not like many of my lackeys, I've seen the world, many years ago. I usually give a walk in the morning, going from the palace to the marchant's plaza. I can purchase almost any item I desire, and from time to time, great objects travel to these lands, for reasons unknown. I collect them, and over the years, I can show you these big collection." Losadar replies, sitting on his cushions with his legs crossed.



"You forgot to ask where. Can we go see where the water should be tomorrow?" While saying this Kavac sits on the floor with his back against the wall. He then adds, "This may be the wrong thing to ask but do you have any water? This is an impressive room by the way." Kavac looks around the room and thinks happily about what someone this wealthy would give away for finding their water supply.
"The water is too expensive, even for me. We have to buy water from our neighbors, and they are literally draining our arks, with their excessive prices. Although I can offer you wine and beer to apace your thirst." Asamadar ruler seems angry when speaking of his neighbors.

The shifter bows at the man's entrance, clearly treating this man with deferential treatment, recognizing that one needs to treat a noble with a manner of respect. Frost steps forward and adds to the others questions, "Is there any king or tribes that have threatened you lately? Any enemies of your city? They are probably jealous of your power" the shifter says.
"The Blazing Sand has many cities, each ruled by a Sultan, like myself. In the past, there were wars against us, but now peace has flourished, at least in physical terms. We have all maintained some economical disputes. Until now, I had the odds with me, since we are the first city of the desert, and there are no other portals in the region, thus we have the highest flow of merchandises and goods for trade.
The twin cities are the next cities, and from whose oasis we are getting water at exorbitant values. They keep a regiment on their oasis, and I fear I was a fool not to do the same. In some twisted way, the costs seems to be amortizing awful well for them. Although I doubt they'll dare to brake the peace treaty, and also I don't think they have the power to drain any of the oasis. Ours was huge, although it's been years since I saw it, I'm confident that it's still the same beautiful place I saw in my youth.
I think I have a carpet with a motif that shows the cities and the Blazing dunes of the desert. Let me see..."

The sultan steps up again, and goes to the right wall, he starts searching on the hanged carpets, until he finds one in particular. He takes it out and presents it to you.

"The squares stands for the cities, we are here" he points at the first square (1) "And these are the oasis" he points the blue thingies "These are the Blazing Dunes. Don't ever travel there, if you want to stay alive" he says, seriously, pointing at the reddish areas.
 

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Farce

Villager
Vardaal seems genuinely impressed by this city and keeps wandering towards the females in the streets, but his allies drag the bugbear along as he reaches out longingly for the women.

At the sight of the Sultan, he whistles loudly "Ok, so you ist the fanciest hat I have seen, you can be Mr. Fancy Hat now, all the others are now not so fancy. Your house is so nice, you are very lucky and nice to have us come in. Beer ist ok, not before the crushing, but tonight, it is good. I Vardaal, of Solkuth's brood, of clan Broken Tooth, I do the crushing." the bugbear declares happily, the specifics of the regional politics going right over his head.

He stares blankly until the map/carpet is shown, then says "Very pretty, it not so far. Maybe when the cold goes away we go right away?"the sound tactician that is Vardaal suggests. ;)
 

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