WotBS - Scouring of Gate Pass

[HolyMan]

The party passes through the gate to the next district without trouble. Citizens rush ahead trying to head deeper into the city, although this district looks relativly safe, at least their are no fires burning here.

The depository is an eighty foot tall circular tower, and has a walled compound all the way around it. As you draw near one of it's entrances Torrent pulls everyone aside.

"Ok getting in should be no problem, I have a locker stored here and can say I want to retrieve some of my things. So just follow along and try not to look like looters or bandits." she says cracking a smile that pulls at her scar.

"Once inside we have to play it by ear remember Rivereye isn't exspecting us he is exspecting Peppin."

 

[Walking Dad]

Fantalass

Fantalass nods and moves along. He hopes there will be no other conflict, as his protection spells has not much time left.

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Active: Mage armor (18 min)
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Fantalass
AC 11 (T11, FF10), HP 5/5, F +0,R+1,W+3
2 subdual damage

Acid Dart: 5/6 (+2, 1d6+1) (includes Point Blank bonus)

Prepared Spells:
DC = 10 + spell level + 3
Cantrips- 3, 1st- 2+1
0: Detect Magic, Message, Read Magic
1: Mage Armor - Color Spray, Feather Fall

Effects: Panicked

XP: 0

Caty: AC 15 (T14, FF13), HP 2/2, F +2,R+2,W+3 (Imp. Evasion)

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[Fangor the Fierce]

Aaron nods, turning to Marda. "So, don't look like bandits and looters huh? Might be a problem with the masked elf here.." he says, motioning to Shade.

"No offense, miss, but the cloak, the hood and the mask all scream to everyone else that perhaps they should be wary of you. Just stick close, and should anyone question your presence, we are together."

He then moves to follow Torrent to the depository...

 

[Vertexx69]

Shade, Elven Rogue

At Torrent's statement, Shade glances down at her black on black on black wardrobe with leather accoutrements and weapons. "This isn't a bloody opera house or some pathetic costume party, so what else could I be but a looter and bandit?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

"So be it," Barrik grunts. He folds his arms, not wanting to think what might come to pass if this Rivereye is paranoid enough to turn them away. A shame I couldn't spend the time to call up my greatest ally.

 

[HolyMan]

Just inside the entry gate are a pair of beautiful fountains; one depicting four elemental spirits common to local legends — a dragon, a worm, a kraken, and an eagle — and the other dominated by a statue of Emperor Coaltongue, posing with his torch held high, lit by continual flame. ​

Three guards escort the group from the fenced gate to the tower entrance. One of the guards opens the huge door, and turning says to Torrent. "There are lanterns right inside if you need them. There are guards on ever floor so only go to your locker. Also there is a very ugly gnome inside so don't be startled if you see him." With that he starts to shut the door behind everyone.

Standing inside the tower it is indeed dark and smells of musty. "Well we need some light," Torent says going to the table with lantern's on it.​

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[Songdragon]

"I am good." the dwarf says as she takes several steps forward and peers into the darkness. "Ugly gnome, eh?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

Barrik takes a few steps forward, looking around in the dark. With a chuckle, he says, "I wonder if the gnome got ugly due to his race's alchemical experiments. And I'm guessing Rivereye is more than just a name."

The half-orc takes a quick look around before anyone lights the lanterns, his father's blood coming in handy, for once.

 

[HolyMan]

the first floor of the tower is one huge room, and though the far side is hidden in shadows, it looks to be about sixty feet in diameter. A broad stone ramp circles clockwise upward to the left of the door, while the interior of the room is filled with aisles of metal lockers, each slightly larger than a coffin propped upright. The ceiling is twenty feet high, supported by squat round columns. ​

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[Fangor the Fierce]

Aaron hears the words of Torrent, and knows that Marda is in no need of the light. He, however, was not so lucky. Procuring an unusual stone, he tosses it in the air, as it takes to a slow orbit above his head, illuminating the area with its soft glow.

"A gift... and one that comes in handy I might say, as I have to travel with a dwarf that has no need for torches in dark places..." he adds, as he smiles at Marda.