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Welcome to the Halmae (updated 2/27/07)
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And then once she has his confidence, she turns back into a succubus and drags him down to heck. 
Fajitas said:
Oh, not too, evil, although thanks for all the prep you helped me with for my little guest appearance this weekend. Everybody's saving throws, weaknesses, magic items, spell DC's... you HAVE been making the checks for them to notice how they're being scryed for an ambush, right? Hate to get a TPK tainted by a rules hitch.
spyscribe
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Part the Thirty-Second
In which: the party puts on their gumshoe hats… er, shoes… er, whatever
In hopes of not appearing to be an inquisitorial squad, Reyu, Essela, and Lira go alone to the Academy to speak with Amelia.
If Amelia appreciates their consideration, she shows no sign of it. The fact that she senses someone trying to cast charm person on her moments before the party approaches her probably doesn’t help her mood.
Someday, thinks Lira, that spell is going to work…
Reyu approaches the young wizard, who is at work clearing the wreckage of what used to be the Administration Building. “May we speak with you?”
Amelia stares fixedly at a point to the right of Reyu’s foot. “You are, aren’t you?” Other students pause in their work to watch the newcomers, wary.
“Come,” Reyu urges her. “Let us go somewhere we can speak more privately.”
Aside in an empty corner of the quad, Reyu takes her most patient tone. “Amelia, do you know a man named Randal Cheswick?”
“No. Who is he?”
“He was murdered last night.” Essela responds flatly. “Do you know anything about that?”
“I know where 54 people were murdered the night before last,” Amelia spits back.
Reyu sighs. “He was bludgeoned to death,” she tells the young wizard.
Amelia looks at the ground. “I don’t know anything about it. It’s got nothing to do with me. Can I go now?”
**************
Later, the entire party investigates the scene of the crime, while Anvil questions the lately widowed Mrs. Cheswick. “What did you see last night?”
“Well, it was night. Everyone was in bed, and there was a noise downstairs, see. And Randal went to look, and then he was shouting. I ran down to see what was going on--”
“Did you have a light?” Anvil demands.
“No, it was dark, but there was light from the street coming in through the window, and those… thugs had broken the door in.”
Anvil surveys the scene. The house is in one of the poorer areas of town, close to the docks. A tavern across the street would have still been open at the hour in question providing a little illumination from its own windows. Dennis is examining the door. Not that it takes a lot of examination to see that someone has bashed the door in, breaking the flimsy hinges.
Mrs. Cheswick continues. “I saw… a whole gang of them, beating my husband--”
“A gang of whom?” Anvil presses.
“Wizards!” she replies, obviously convinced her previous description had been sufficiently clear.
“You said it was dark. How can you be sure?”
“Well it must have been… They were wearing those robes, like the students do at that school of theirs. Pulled the hoods up over their faces too, the cowards.”
“Think carefully,” Anvil cautions her. “Could it have been anyone else wearing similar robes?”
“Well of course not!” Mrs. Cheswick’s voice rises shrilly. “Normal people don’t go around bashing other people’s heads in!”
Lira looks over at Thatch, not sure which one of them should be offended.
Mrs. Cheswick continues, “I don’t know why King Orrin even allows them in the city. If you ask me—”
Anvil raises a hand to cut her off. “Did your husband share your views about wizards?” he asks.
“Well, I don’t see—” she begins.
“Mom?” A small boy, about 12 years old comes down the stairs. “What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” Mrs. Cheswick says to her son, “go back upstairs.”
The party stares. They’ve seen the young Cheswick before. Then, he was throwing rocks at Mages’ Academy students.
###
“So,” says Thatch, “what do we do now?”
It’s a good question, which the party has been wrangling for some time on the way back to Anvil’s temple. Even Reyu has to admit that it looks pretty obvious that Amelia is somehow involved, but… “Mrs. Cheswick saw a group of students attack her husband. Amelia is not a group.”
“Do we know that they’re Academy students?” Thatch presses.
Dennis shakes his head, “In that light, anyone in a robe would look about right, especially if they kept the hood up.”
“She seemed…” Reyu searches for the right word, “predisposed to blame the wizards for the incident.”
“Also, if they were wizards, why beat him to death?” Eyes turn to Lira, who protests. “What? I’m just saying. You don’t see me going after people with clubs.”
Anvil strokes his beard. “But it is true those like you can loose control of their talents.”
Lira sighs. “One, Amelia is a wizard, not a sorcerer. Two, even if she were an untrained sorcerer, I’ve never heard of a mishap like that killing someone. And three: gang of people, with clubs!”
Dennis looks thoughtful. “Could she have some kind of ally she can summon? To exact revenge on those who hurt her?”
The party falls silent, considering the possibility. Also, perhaps considering that this is not a girl they want to tick off, at least, not any more than they already have.
“Is it possible that this guardian or ally exercises vengeance of her behalf?” Reyu suggests.
“Umm… If this is something that happens without her trying, why won’t she talk to us about it?” Thatch asks. “She’d be innocent.”
Reyu raises an eyebrow. “She was innocent of stealing from Count Missola as well.”
Anvil considers. “I do not know of any similar cases, but if these speculations are correct, it is unlikely this is the first time it has manifested. I believe Professor Alexandra once mentioned she did not live far from the city. Perhaps we can go talk to her parents.”
(Note: Yep, that was what we decided to do, and Fajitas, God love him, just said, “Sure, you can borrow horses from the temple and be there that afternoon.” And on that note: Happy GM’s day everyone!)
In which: the party puts on their gumshoe hats… er, shoes… er, whatever
In hopes of not appearing to be an inquisitorial squad, Reyu, Essela, and Lira go alone to the Academy to speak with Amelia.
If Amelia appreciates their consideration, she shows no sign of it. The fact that she senses someone trying to cast charm person on her moments before the party approaches her probably doesn’t help her mood.
Someday, thinks Lira, that spell is going to work…
Reyu approaches the young wizard, who is at work clearing the wreckage of what used to be the Administration Building. “May we speak with you?”
Amelia stares fixedly at a point to the right of Reyu’s foot. “You are, aren’t you?” Other students pause in their work to watch the newcomers, wary.
“Come,” Reyu urges her. “Let us go somewhere we can speak more privately.”
Aside in an empty corner of the quad, Reyu takes her most patient tone. “Amelia, do you know a man named Randal Cheswick?”
“No. Who is he?”
“He was murdered last night.” Essela responds flatly. “Do you know anything about that?”
“I know where 54 people were murdered the night before last,” Amelia spits back.
Reyu sighs. “He was bludgeoned to death,” she tells the young wizard.
Amelia looks at the ground. “I don’t know anything about it. It’s got nothing to do with me. Can I go now?”
**************
Later, the entire party investigates the scene of the crime, while Anvil questions the lately widowed Mrs. Cheswick. “What did you see last night?”
“Well, it was night. Everyone was in bed, and there was a noise downstairs, see. And Randal went to look, and then he was shouting. I ran down to see what was going on--”
“Did you have a light?” Anvil demands.
“No, it was dark, but there was light from the street coming in through the window, and those… thugs had broken the door in.”
Anvil surveys the scene. The house is in one of the poorer areas of town, close to the docks. A tavern across the street would have still been open at the hour in question providing a little illumination from its own windows. Dennis is examining the door. Not that it takes a lot of examination to see that someone has bashed the door in, breaking the flimsy hinges.
Mrs. Cheswick continues. “I saw… a whole gang of them, beating my husband--”
“A gang of whom?” Anvil presses.
“Wizards!” she replies, obviously convinced her previous description had been sufficiently clear.
“You said it was dark. How can you be sure?”
“Well it must have been… They were wearing those robes, like the students do at that school of theirs. Pulled the hoods up over their faces too, the cowards.”
“Think carefully,” Anvil cautions her. “Could it have been anyone else wearing similar robes?”
“Well of course not!” Mrs. Cheswick’s voice rises shrilly. “Normal people don’t go around bashing other people’s heads in!”
Lira looks over at Thatch, not sure which one of them should be offended.
Mrs. Cheswick continues, “I don’t know why King Orrin even allows them in the city. If you ask me—”
Anvil raises a hand to cut her off. “Did your husband share your views about wizards?” he asks.
“Well, I don’t see—” she begins.
“Mom?” A small boy, about 12 years old comes down the stairs. “What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing,” Mrs. Cheswick says to her son, “go back upstairs.”
The party stares. They’ve seen the young Cheswick before. Then, he was throwing rocks at Mages’ Academy students.
###
“So,” says Thatch, “what do we do now?”
It’s a good question, which the party has been wrangling for some time on the way back to Anvil’s temple. Even Reyu has to admit that it looks pretty obvious that Amelia is somehow involved, but… “Mrs. Cheswick saw a group of students attack her husband. Amelia is not a group.”
“Do we know that they’re Academy students?” Thatch presses.
Dennis shakes his head, “In that light, anyone in a robe would look about right, especially if they kept the hood up.”
“She seemed…” Reyu searches for the right word, “predisposed to blame the wizards for the incident.”
“Also, if they were wizards, why beat him to death?” Eyes turn to Lira, who protests. “What? I’m just saying. You don’t see me going after people with clubs.”
Anvil strokes his beard. “But it is true those like you can loose control of their talents.”
Lira sighs. “One, Amelia is a wizard, not a sorcerer. Two, even if she were an untrained sorcerer, I’ve never heard of a mishap like that killing someone. And three: gang of people, with clubs!”
Dennis looks thoughtful. “Could she have some kind of ally she can summon? To exact revenge on those who hurt her?”
The party falls silent, considering the possibility. Also, perhaps considering that this is not a girl they want to tick off, at least, not any more than they already have.
“Is it possible that this guardian or ally exercises vengeance of her behalf?” Reyu suggests.
“Umm… If this is something that happens without her trying, why won’t she talk to us about it?” Thatch asks. “She’d be innocent.”
Reyu raises an eyebrow. “She was innocent of stealing from Count Missola as well.”
Anvil considers. “I do not know of any similar cases, but if these speculations are correct, it is unlikely this is the first time it has manifested. I believe Professor Alexandra once mentioned she did not live far from the city. Perhaps we can go talk to her parents.”
(Note: Yep, that was what we decided to do, and Fajitas, God love him, just said, “Sure, you can borrow horses from the temple and be there that afternoon.” And on that note: Happy GM’s day everyone!)
Angcuru
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ROFL!!!spyscribe said:
I just had this hilarious image of Anvil wearing a Sherlock Holmes-style hat, smoking a clay pipe. "Elementary, my dear Lira," Anvil strokes his beard “...it is true those like you can loose control of their talents.”
And then he's shooting up behind a shadowy column in the temple, heard muttering to himself, "Ooohhh....gimmme that gooooooood justicccceeee....." *thud*
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Hey all, short hijack.
Sorry I didn't get a chance to call yesterday, but please tell everyone I had a FANTASTIC time when you were kind enough to host me. I hope my somewhat more ... ahhh ... chewy roleplaying style wasn't too disruptive.
Out of penance of both forgetting to bring munchies and introducing Anh-ishtala'h, the beetle-cofee with five times the caffeeine of Red Bull into the campaign, I will drop a small parting gift off to the big guy's place sometime this week.
Again, thanks, and I can honestly say hearing the word's "Justice demands it" in person is remarkably inspiring.
John
Sorry I didn't get a chance to call yesterday, but please tell everyone I had a FANTASTIC time when you were kind enough to host me. I hope my somewhat more ... ahhh ... chewy roleplaying style wasn't too disruptive.
Out of penance of both forgetting to bring munchies and introducing Anh-ishtala'h, the beetle-cofee with five times the caffeeine of Red Bull into the campaign, I will drop a small parting gift off to the big guy's place sometime this week.
Again, thanks, and I can honestly say hearing the word's "Justice demands it" in person is remarkably inspiring.
John
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