Post by Aeter on Sept 14, 2012 23:21:55 GMT -6
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Aeter:
When last we left our heroes, they were waking up in the middle of the night when Shona and Naralon both returned to the Inn. The former was injured and both spun tales of wererats lurking around the bath house owned by the man that had become their biggest suspect in the Goblin riots. These dangerous, savage beings are known as only being able to be harmed by Silver or magic -- a poor combination, given the party's current array of equipment. The sun is now rising below the rim of the city's walls, casting eerie shadows on the still mist-filled bowl of the cauldrea. Shona, as Ginji's late, was still sleeping upstairs when Fellian Shard made his appearance into the main room of the Drunken Morkoth, bearing notes.
* Naralon picks her head up from her spellbook as she reviews her spells for the day, glancing up at Fellian as he walks in. "Fellian, hi!"
Ivanika:
Iva sips some tea as she sits at the table thinking.
Naralon:
"What brings you about at this hour?"
* Catsin makes her way to the table, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Good morning."
* Elisabetha makes her way to the table, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Good morning."
Ivanika:
"Elisabet!" Iva smiles, "A good mornink!"
* Elisabetha smiles at the priestess as she sits down.
Zanorin:
*Zanorin makes his way downstairs,walking over to the rest of the group.*
Fellian Shard:
" Good morning, Miss Naralon. Lady Ivanika." He gave a quick bow of his head to the both of them, smiling lightly. "The dawn is breaking already! I suspect you have had a long night, yes?" Fellian moved to the bar where the sleep-eyed tender sat, ordering a brew of his own tea. "I recieved two letters this morning. One is for Master Bruetus. The other was from Fario. Victor sends his reassurance that everything is alright and that he will be returning soon. He has learned much... and he went on to describe the proper way in which to carve a roast." Fellian lifted a brow at the letter briefly. "I suspect that the man takes much value in odd information."
* Elisabetha yawns as the elf talks.
Naralon:
"Even the smallest bit of information bears value." she says, matter-of-factly. "If you cut a roast improperly, you ruin the night for your whole party! Nevertheless, I'm glad to hear that. There were some things I wanted to mention to Victor before he left. I regret shunning him as I did back in the ruins. I'm glad he'll be coming back soon."
Ivanika:
Iva lets out a little laugh, "Zhat does sound like Victor, yes? Vill be good to see him."
Ivanika:
"So... ve learned more last night too. Of great importance, Fellian."
Naralon:
"Mm! This city is filled with rats. Literally!"
Fellian Shard:
Fellian flipped through his notes... before smirking. "I recieved one for you as well, Lady Elisabetha. It seems you have a crush." He moved over towards Elisabetha, passing the note over that had been written with charcoal on parchment, folded and sealed with the orphanage's seal... Even if the rest of it was written in a child's hand. Deacon's, in particular, who had been enjoying Elisabetha's company. He glanced towards Naralon, lifting a curious brow. "Please, go on. What have you found out?"
Naralon:
"Shona and I went to investigate Orak's Bathhouse last night. We originally just wanted to get a quick look, but we were attacked by wererats. Shona took some nasty scrapes before they fled into the night."
Ivanika:
Iva sips her tea letting Naralon explain.
Naralon:
"Whatever's going on, we know that the bathhouse is involved somehow. We're going to go there today as a group to check it out in earnest."
* Elisabetha looks down at the paper and laughs. She leans back in her chair and reads the note, only half listening to the Gnome.
Fellian Shard:
"Wererats, eh? I would recommend we go and see Skie in the treasury before you do so. It would be wise to go in prepared now that you know what you are fighting. Her expertise would be invaluable. I will ready my things to depart. "
Ivanika:
"It is a day to invest in silver veapons." Iva nods, resting her tea on the table. "Any idea vhy zhey vould be involved?"
* Naralon nods. "Silver, and lots of it!" she suddenly starts to look around frantically, clutching the silver malachite earrings danging from her ears with her fists. "MINE!"
Fellian Shard:
"Wererats often personify the 'gutter rat' cliche. They are most likely being paid as guards and work in such a way. However, we do not necessarily need to confront them alone -- or at all! The element of stealth is a valuable one to have when walking the Path. Alternatively, alert the guards."
Naralon:
"They were certainly afraid of the guards. They wouldn't get near me when I had my guard's disguise on."
Aeter:
( You leave polka alone. My grandma used to live in a polish neighborhood on the south side. Lots of polka. Really good delis, at least. )
Ivanika:
"So.. do ve vish to check during zhe day, vhen it is safe? But ve may give our intent avay." she closes her eyes as she considers offering advice counter to what she'd suggested the night before.
Elisabetha: (( I JUST WANT TO GO TO OKTOBERFEST, OKAY?! ))
Naralon:
"We are going today! We had our chance to tackle the problem at night just hours before, and that got us nowhere, riiiiiiight?" she says with a sneer, looking about.
Fellian Shard:
Fellian gave a nod to Naralon. "That may be something. It us up to you whether you confront them or not, but you are unlikely to manage a fight without alerting the Guard in some way. I will return in a moment. " Fellian moved upstairs in order to gather his equipment and deliver his last letter.
Ivanika:
A flush comes to Iva's cheeks as she endures Naralon's taunting. She takes another sip of tea.
Aeter:
EXPELLIARMUS.
Aeter:
Oh. Before I forget:
Aeter:
We are still looking for someone to play a fighter/warrior type with Bruetus withdrawing due to Riaan no longer working. Isi doesn't seem interested, so if you know anyone else that is interested in playing, let me know. I'd like to have someone for our game on the 28th.
Aeter:
er, do to Riaan's work schedule changing*
Naralon:
(( I have some friends I can ask. They might be interested. ))
Aeter:
Awesome. If not, I'll be asking my AOL RP friends.
Naralon:
(( Just some people I talk to on RealID and guild about D&D occasionally. I'll give them a shout later. ))
* Naralon takes a sip of her juice (SEE SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO DRINK) before burying her head back into her spellbook, thinking up more creative pranks and/or battle tactics she can utilize.
Ivanika:
"So, I suppose ve are going zhere during zhe day, today."
Naralon:
"Mm! If we wait any longer, we might lose our chance to get to the bottom of this."
Ivanika:
"Zhere can be no violence in zhe middle of zhe day, you know."
* Naralon raises a finger in front of her. "Exactly!" she says with a grin.
Fellian Shard:
Fellian returned downstairs. "Master Bruetus seems to have been recalled by the Priesthood of Moradin. He will not be joining us. What is your decision as to what we're doing, then?" He glanced between Naralon and Ivanika as he adjusted his quiver of arrows upon his back.
Ivanika:
"Equip ourselves. And zhen go."
Naralon:
"A quick jaunt over to Skie's, then off to the bathhouse. Unless the group has any other agendas in mind."
Ginji has connected.
Aeter:
Ginji! The sun is rising, but hasn't yet breached over the rim of the city. The party is downstairs, speaking of a plan; the current is to visit Skie's treasury for equipment before venturing to the bathhouse. Fellian arrived that morning with three notes. One was to Bruetus from the priesthood of Moradin, requesting his aid elsewhere. The other was to Elisabetha from the young boy, Deacon, that she had seen at the orphanage. The last was a letter from Fario, in which Victor sent his greetings and reassurance that he was alright.
Aeter:
But now, the sun was creeping up in the sky! Decisions were to be made.
Shona:
Shona quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. She was hungry from her ordeal the previous night and knew they were hot onto something.
Naralon:
"And there's my partner in crime now. Hey, Shona!" she says as the elf comes down, waving at her.
Ivanika:
"Did you sleep, Shona? How are you feelink?"
Shona:
Shona smiles back. She was still a bit sore from yesterday, but didn't let it show. She quickly ordered a bowl of whatever they had available and slumped in teh chair. "I slept ok. I'm fine. Nothing i can't shake off!"
Shona:
So what is the plan?
Shona:
"
Naralon:
"Get ourselves equipped with silver weapons, then back to the bathhouse."
Shona:
"Right. Someone said something about that being the only way to hurt those damn rat bastards, right?"
Naralon:
"Mm! We'll be heading over to Skie's shop soon, when everyone's ready."
Fellian Shard:
" Let's get going, then."
Ivanika:
"Let Shona have a bite to eat, please Fellian. It vas a tough night."
Ivanika:
( then lets GO! )
Ivanika:
( now who still has money left? :-D )
Elisabetha: (( *hides her 300g. ))
Shona:
As if on premonition, the food was delivered to her. Shona didn't waste a second to scarf down what she had in front of her, no where near acting like a lady.
Shona:
((497))
Zanorin:
((600))
Shona:
((Rich bitch Zanorin))
Aeter:
Numerous shops in Cauldron sell magical items and equipment, but there is only a single one that makes its sole business buying and selling magic items to adventurers: Skie's Treasury. The group approached a modest building that faced Lava Avenue crafted from blocks of volcanic stone. The facade of the building bears dozens, if not hundreds, of symbols and sigils that have been carved into the face of the stone with chisels. One door and a pair of tiny windows face the road and overlook the lake below. Above the door, a sign proclaims the establishment to be Skie's Treasury, but more impressive are the numerous items of treasure -- rings, coins, wands, necklaces, rods, potions, scrolls, and more -- that seem to slowly orbit the sign and shine with a soft golden light. Every now and then, two of the items bump against each other, ringing softly like a wind chime.
Naralon:
"Ooooh!"
Ivanika:
Iva stands up, feeling a little strange wearing weapons for a walk around town. The hob-goblin made long sword hanging from her belt, and a pair of daggers tucked away in smaller sheaths. The few remaining coins she has rattling a little in her small purse.
* Naralon gazes up at the shop in wonder. She glances at the numerous sigils carved into the building.
Ivanika:
Iva examines the sigils and glyphs for a few minutes, pondering their meaning. ( off vent for a moment)
Aeter:
The sigils are the names of various adventuring parties that have, throughout the years, patronized Skie's store enough that they were given the "Adventurer's Discount" in return for their loyalty. Some of the names include The Greenswords, The Unhumans, The Singers of Ehlonna, and Varmint Patrol. Roll a spot check, Naralon.
Shona:
((Not like you talk on vent anyway. XP))
Naralon:
Spot: « 1d20 = 10 »
Ivanika:
(( yeah but it means he can't answer me on vent ))
Aeter:
Roll knowledge (local)
Naralon:
K: Local « 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »
Ivanika:
« d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17 »
Aeter:
You also see "The Last Laugh" amid the names -- odd, as it's known that The Last Laugh is Cauldron's most notorious thieves' guild.
Naralon:
"Hm, interesting..."
* Naralon looks up at the rest of the party. "We're getting ourselves on this one way or another! 'Defiance' would look pretty darned good in gnomish lettering." she says with a wide smile.
* Naralon opts to withhold the information on the Last Laugh for now after thinking, not wanting to make the situation any more confusing for the rest of the group.
Ivanika:
"Hmm, vell - I suppose."
Naralon:
"But come, we have work ahead of us!"
Shona:
"Hell yeah. We'll end up having our logo painted all over town. In a legal way of course."
* Naralon approaches the entrance of the shop, opens the door, and lets everyone in.
Ivanika:
"T'ank you." she nods and smiles a bit to Naralon as she walks through the door, beginning to admire the vast collections. Wishing they could to a little shopping rather than looking for something so little.
Aeter:
Inside, the store's shelves are fairly sparse, but not empty. Each of the items on the shelves is kept in a glass cabinet under lock and key, displayed on a silk pillow with a small placard that describes the item's history, powers, and what party sold the item to Skie.
Shona:
Shona continued in and began to immediately wonder and look at all the items.
Ivanika:
"Shona.. it is.. amazink.." Iva pauses for a moment, her eyes wandering along the rows of the collection, "But ve are here on business, not pleasure."
* Naralon steps in after everyone's ushered through, letting the door close behind her.
Skie Aldersun:
"Welcome! Welcome to the Treasury! I'm Skie. How can I help you?" The gnome smiled happily. She wore an ornate silver tunic with a pair of pants, her hair well-braided and ornately bound with wild flowers. A single diadem rested just over her hairline, likely magical. Unlike Keygan, Skie was quite happy with her size; though, for the aid of her customers, she sat on a raised chair behind the counter.
Elisabetha: (( See the Unseen totally on. ))
Shona:
"Yes ma'am" Shona followed Iva sheepishly as if having been scolded.
* Naralon gives Skie a warm, friendly greeting in Gnomish. "Heya, sister! I'm Naralon, and we're Defiance. Pleased to meet you!"
Skie Aldersun:
"Defiance! That's a new name." She replied in the common tongue; once more for the aid of her clients. "Though, I think I've heard it once before. You're the ones that solved the mystery of the people that have been going missing, yes? What can I help you with?"
* Naralon switches back to Common, nodding. "Indeed, and we've already got something new on our plates. We're investigating the recent goblin attacks on the town. Long story short, we did battle against some vile wererats last night, and were hoping you had some equipment that might help us against them."
Ivanika:
Iva stands back, letting the excited little gnome speak for them. A bit of a smile growing across her lips as she crosses her arms over her body. Inwardly she wondered if her mother was known to Skie... another time.
Shona:
((Oooooo. I wanna know Iva's backstory soooo bad! lol))
Ivanika:
(( I guess that means I should actually write it up sometime? :-D )
Shona:
((Lmfao. Yes!))
Naralon:
(( I'd read it. ))
Shona:
((I was thinking of doing a back story for Shona.))
Ivanika:
(( Iva has much of her mother's looks, she'll probably be recognzied at some point if her wings don't distract people too much XD ))
Skie Aldersun:
" Lycanthropes! Nasty, nasty creatures." Skie nodded, hopping down from the chair to wander across to the potion cabinet. She dug within, pulling out a simple vial. "Silversheen. If you can afford it, it's a lycanthrope's worst enemy. It will grant your weapon the properties of alchemical silver for a time. Alternatively, if you do not have anything fancy, I *do* have these." Skie strode across to a simple case, opening it to expose a pair of simple daggers, though they were crafted from the same bright white metal. "Daggers treated with alchemical silver. The Silversheen is two-hundred and fifty gold for an application that will last approximatley one hour. These daggers are much cheaper -- Only twenty-two gold each. Unfortunately, these three things are the only silver items currently in stock."
* Naralon follows Skie along as she's presenting her stock. "Hmm! Shona, you might want to come take a look at these."
* Naralon gestures to the daggers.
Shona:
Shona looks the daggers over. "Hey. I could probably duel wield those pretty easily. But they are so small..."
Naralon:
"Better than nothing, right? Best to be prepared in any way we can."
Shona:
"That is very true. Hey miss. I'll take both of these. About the Silversheen, i'm not sure."
* Naralon turns to Skie. "I will split the cost with Shona. We'll pay for one dagger each."
Ivanika:
"Ve should not leave all eggs in one basket." Iva nodded to Shona, and then took a few steps forward to introduce herseltf to Skye. Offering her hand she bowed her head respectively, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Your shop is famous across zhe vorld. I am Ivanika"
Shona:
"Do you plan to weild them? If not, don't worry little Naralon. I will cover the cost fully."
Naralon:
"Hush now, I will hear none of that. We're a team!"
Shona:
"You are too nice for your own good." Shona smiled.
Naralon:
"Elisabetha, Ivanika and myself wield potent magic that will carry us through any battle. Shona will wield these daggers. That just leaves Zanorin. Hey, Zanorin! How are you doing in regards to your silver weapon supply?"
* Elisabetha blinks. "The gnome is nice now?" She mutters, looking away towards something more interesting.
Zanorin:
"I Have a silver dagger but i should probably buy i vial of Silversheen just to be safe."
Fellian Shard:
" What of Ivanika? The Radiant Lady is armed now. A true servant of Pelor, one would think." He smirked slightly towards Ivanika.
* Naralon nods. "Agreed. Something so valuable should be applied to a worthwhile weapon."
Ivanika:
Iva smiles back to Fellian, standing a little taller as her cheeks flush slightly at the thought. What would her parents and teachers say now!
Ginji is disconnected.
Ginji has connected.
Zanorin:
"It looks like i will be buying the vial of silversheen then."
Ivanika:
"Zanorin, I do t'ink it an excellent idea. Ve shall be safter if you are so armed."
Aeter:
250
Naralon:
"It's quite a burden. I'll help you pay for that as well."
Ivanika:
(( Iva is broke haha ))
* Naralon flushes out some money from her pouch. 22 for one of the daggers, and 100 for Zanorin to help pay for his Silversheen.
Aeter:
And, after careful DM deliberation and looking at the sheet, 250g is a stupid amount for one application of something that vanishes in an hour and isn't permanent. Because of this, one application of Silversheen can cover one two handed weapon, two one handed weapons, or four Light Weapons before being expended.
Aeter:
No. They are one-handed weapons. They're only counted as light weapons for you ala oversized two weapon fighting.
Aeter:
So, you can coat both scimitars.
Zanorin:
"Thank you Naralon i owe you one." Zanorin took the rest of the money needed out of his pouch to pay for the vial.
Ivanika:
(I assume Skye returned Iva's introduction, and you just missed it? :-D )
Aeter:
I totally missed it.
* Naralon winks.
* Naralon docked 122 gold from her inventory. 22 for a dagger for Shona, and 100 for part of Zanorin's vial.
Ginji:
((I docked the 22.))
Naralon:
"I think with this, we'll be more than prepared to take on those rats if they choose to tangle with us. Thank you for your help, sister!"
Skie Aldersun:
"Ivanika. An interesting accent you have! Very well met." She briefly took Ivanika's hand in both of hers, moving behind the counter once more, stashing all the gold in a box. "Good luck on your endeavors, Defiance. Be well. If you need any other equipment, you know where to go!"
Naralon:
"Mm! You'll be seeing more of us in the future, no doubt!" she says as they leave the Treasury.
Ivanika:
As they leave the store Ivanika walks a bit more confidently, as the group heads to the north end of town. "Zanorin, be careful vith zhat. It may save our lives, ve cannot let it be vasted. Unless absolutely necessary, I vould not use zhe entire vial at once."
Ginji:
Shona was inspecting the daggers as she exited the shop. She loved the glow.
Zanorin:
"Already thought about that figured i would wield the dagger with the scimitar i had the silversheen applied to."
Ivanika:
(( its within shouting distance of my church, sweet... actually, makes me wodner if Iva hasn't been a customer at the bath house XD ))
Naralon:
"Good idea!"
Fellian Shard:
" It seems we are prepared. Shall we go?" Fellian had five silver arrows. Just five... But, hopefully, it would be enough. He glanced to Ivanika and then to Elisabetha since... well, one of them is the leader of the group, it seemed.
Naralon:
"Yes yes! Off to the bathhouse!"
* Naralon is taking charge, eff that!
Shona:
"Keep an eye on the roof tops. I doubt those things would be out in the day, but can
Shona:
t be too cautous."
Elisabetha:
I don't think wandering around with weapons drawn is the best thing, though. Perhaps you should sheath them for now.
Shona:
Cautious**
Aeter:
And so, the party wandered off towards the bath house.
* Naralon suddenly appears with a massive silvery greatsword (illusory) in her hand, almost three times the length of her body. "Wait, what? Were you saying something, Betha?"
* Elisabetha smiles at the Gnome. "Yes, I was wondering how your face would look as it melted."
* Naralon smirks. "I can do that, you know. At least I can put that image in your head, to haunt your every nightmare!"
* Naralon grins smugly. Don't fuck with a wizard brah.
* Elisabetha laughs. "Wouldn't be a nightmare. Careful with that thing, you wouldn't want to cut yourself in half."
* Naralon waves her hand at the sword, dissipating the illusion.
* Elisabetha likes how the WIZARD is fucking with the WARLOCK. Unlimited power.
tadkins:
there is only POWAH
Elisabetha: (( rofl ))
Aeter:
Thank you, Benedictus.
Shona:
((Unlimited cosmic power!!!!!!!!!!))
tadkins:
Anyway, we're at the batthouse now, right?
tadkins:
Or did weregoats attack us in the streets?
Shona:
Weregoats!!!!!!!!!! Run@!!!!!!!
tadkins:
Or no, better yet, ambushed by weresheep.
tadkins:
Screw werewolves, you know what they're capable of. You don't mess with weresheep.
Shona:
Shona was sure to pay good attention to the rooftops. « 1d20+8 = 7 + 8 = 15 »
Shona:
((Spot))
Aeter:
Ari. The four streets that circle the place are Obsidian, Magma, Lava, and Ash. Nothing sounds particularly safe.
* tadkins turns to her party. "The wererats attacked us from the top of the buildings. Be wary."
Ivanika:
( its okay, Iva likes FIRE )
Aeter:
Unlike the previous night, however, there were plenty of people in the streets, wandering on their merry way from one shop or building to the next. They carted wood, food, barrels, and water as they would. One man attempted to sweep up his shop front while a group of children dashed around, playing tag. A pair of guards were seen further down on patrol. Cauldron, as always, had so much life during the day.
Ivanika:
Iva gives a couple of silver to any beggers they pass on the way, trying to make some small talk, asking the Cauldron natives about some of the sites.
Ivanika:
(No Larry, Darryl and Darryl jokes? )
* Naralon smiles at the warm sight of everyday people living their lives. It strengthens her resolve, knowing she's doing what she's doing for the common people like them.
* Naralon is doing it for that reason herself. She doesn't know about the rest of the smart-ass party.
Shona:
After scowering the rooftops, Shona quickly made her way to the bath house. Hurrying her party along. This needed to get done quickly.
tadkins:
THEY'RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD
Aeter:
The building looked, on hte exterior, like most Cauldron towns. It was made of volcanic brick and mostly unordained. The only things that caused it to stand out were the large sign proclaiming it to be "Orak's Bathhouse" and a large crystal dome melded into a portion of the roof, allowing light to flood into the bathhouse.
Ivanika:
If its open Ivanika will simply walk through the door.
* Naralon will follow closely behind.
Ivanika:
(( "One does not simply WALK into Orrak's Bathhouse" to continue the meme ))
Aeter:
It was, indeed!
Elisabetha: (( Goddamnit, Ari... ))
Shona:
Shona was right onthe heels of Iva. Excited for what came next.
Zanorin:
Zanorin followed behind shona
Ivanika:
(( seems like there's a dirty joke in there somewhere Shona ))
* Elisabetha ....supposes she'll follow at well. Behind Shona. Gods save her, she's following the rogue.
Shona:
Fuck... everyone.... T_T
Orak Stonehaven:
As the party wandered in, they were greeted with a warm smile by the dwarven shopkeeper, who granted the paty with a warm smile. "Och! Welcome, welcome ta Orak's Bathhouse. I be Orak Stonehaven, tha humble proprietor 'o this here establishment. Ye be likin' yer bath early, I see." He let out a warm chuckle.
* Ivanika stretches her arms and shoulders a bit, "I've heard your baths are zhe most comfortable in Cauldron, yes?"
Shona:
"Like to stay clean."
* Naralon looks around. For a reason she couldn't explain, she suddenly wishes Bruetus was around for this.
Aeter:
Onyx tiles cover the floor of the bathhouse, and the vaulted ceiling rises to a height of twenty feet. A twenty-five-foot-diameter sunken basin is set into the floor against the south wall, and water fills it. A translucent crystal dome above the pool allows light to enter and creates water reflections on the walls. Several smaller areas lead off of the main room; however, bead curtains or doors block your view of these areas.
Orak Stonehaven:
"Aye. Fresh water each day fer the cleanest bath this side'o tha Cusp o' Sunrise." Orak grinned.
Ivanika:
"Vhat is zhe fee?" she peeks around a bit, taking a good look over the building.
Shona:
Shona smiled to the dwarf. "Maybe you'd like to show me to one." Thinking she could interrogate him if she could get him alone.
* Naralon stands aside and keeps her mouth shut for now.
Shona:
Shona had a devious look in her eye that could very easily be construde as seduction. "There has to be a private room."
Orak Stonehaven:
" One silver piece fer tha bath, an' one silver piece fer the bar 'o soap. Yer going ta need ta disarm before ye get too close ta the water, though. Tha changin' rooms are on tha southwest side there. " He gave a point towards the two curtains left on their own on the southwest wall. "Aye. There be two private baths, right here against tha north wall. " He pointed at the three curtains just to the side of the party.
Ivanika:
Iva takes out a single gold coin, balancing it between her fingers. "If your baths are truly as good as zhey say." her lips spread to a grin, "It shall be worth every copper."
Shona:
Shona slowly traced a finger down the front of the dwarfs chest. "How would you like to come help me with my leather top?"
tadkins:
HEY GUYS WHAT IS SUBTLETY
Orak Stonehaven:
" Excellent, excellent! Enough fer tha group. Iffin ye please will remove yer weapons? I will..." Orak turned his gaze to the half-elf, lifting both brows as he peered at her with his one good eye. "... Och, ye dinnae seem ta be my type, lass."
Naralon:
"Shona, stop that! Mr. Stonehaven, I just have to ask you a quick question before I use your water. Do you accept wererat customers?"
* Naralon steps forward.
Orak Stonehaven:
" I do not. "
Shona:
Shona stomped off back towards the party.
* Naralon nods. "There was a group of them prowling around here last night. You don't know by chance where they came from, do you?"
Ivanika:
Iva carefully slips the gold coin into her bodice, trying to disguise the deep powerful sigh that wells within her.
Orak Stonehaven:
" I do not. " It was obvious that this line of questioning was agitating the dwarf.
Naralon:
"Ah, my apologies. I just needed to know for sure. It relates to a childhood sickness I have."
* Naralon glances at the rest of the party.
Orak Stonehaven:
" ... I see. Will ye be takin' a bath, then?"
* Naralon is done.
Ivanika:
(( MAy as well finish your plan Naralon, mine's ruined ))
Naralon:
(( No, just retcon that shit please. ))
Ivanika:
(( Its fine, its the way Naralon is, they can have a talk about subtletly and handling negotiations sometime ))
Naralon:
(( I stood there and said nothing. Just please continue. ))
Naralon:
(( No.
Naralon:
(( She's not a negotiator, she's a wizard. Just please forget I said anything. ))
Naralon:
(( I'm bowing out. Done. ))
Orak Stonehaven:
( Tadkins, relax. It's alright. Naralon is Naralon. XD )
Naralon:
(( You need an illusion, or a sleep spell, she's your girl to turn to. Otherwise, she's shutting up. ))
Ivanika:
(( Its Naralon, its fine, the RP is FINE I just don't want to be told I'm not doing anything any more, when I am trying to work things, which keeps happening ))
Naralon:
(( I'm just getting a little antsy is all. We've spent hours moving across two buildings. ))
Orak Stonehaven:
"What'll I do ye for?" He smiled to the group, the agitation dimming.
Shona:
"So how much are the personal baths?"
* Ivanika retreives the gold coin and officers ot to him. "I'd like your best, please."
Orak Stonehaven:
" Two silver pieces, an' another fer tha so-- This is quite a bit. Will ye be payin' fer yer entire group, then?"
* Elisabetha shakes her head. "I'll wait for the others here, if it's alright."
Ivanika:
Iva retreives a second gold coin. "My pleasure." she offers a smile.
Aeter:
Elisabetha doesn't want to get naked. What a pity. The party doesn't get to see what 17 charisma looks like under the clothes.
Shona:
Shona dug up two silver. She was already at a nice bath house and wasn't about to waste it now.
Ivanika:
"Zanorin, and Fellian, you two can have the one room. We ladies shall take the other - see you in a little while Elizabet'"
Shona:
'Well. I am going to enjoy myself. " ((Giggity.))
* Elisabetha smiles and lifts her hand in a wave. "Have fun."
Orak Stonehaven:
Orak strode forward, extending his hand. "Three private rooms to tha north are yours. Ye are free ta bathe in tha public pool in tha interim."
Ivanika:
Iva whispers to Elizabetha a bit before heading to a changing room.
* Elisabetha inclines her head to the priestess.
Shona:
« 1d20+10 = 11 + 10 = 21 »
Aeter:
( What's your open lock skill? )
Shona:
((+8 modifier))
Aeter:
Shona would be able to unlock the normal door with some difficulty, but she was not capable of picking the iron door alone.
Aeter:
As oraks stood in the back, gathering soap, there were other visitors that wandered into the bath house. Three seperate men, each wearing deep black hoods. They offered light smiles to the group. "Ah. Excuse us."
* Elisabetha turns to smile at the men. "Hello. The proprietor will return in a moment, he's fetching soap for these fine folks."
Ivanika:
"Good mornink gentlemen!" Iva turns around, smiling at the three of them.
Elisabetha: (( That has to be unsettling. Having two beautiful women both turn and smile at you. IT'S ONLY A BATH HOUSE! GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER! ))
Hooded Man 1:
" Ah, a royal welcome. Thank you for that. " They stepped further in, the third man entering as well and closing the door behind him... Promptly locking it. "Now, then. Who are you?"
Ivanika:
"Did you bring the soap?"
Naralon:
(( Please to meet you, Chancellor Palpatine. ))
Hooded Man 1:
The man grinned. "Do I look like I brought the soap, *bitch*? Now, then. Who are you? " One of the man swung his cloak open to grasp at the hilt of a rapier. Shona/Naralon, make a spot check.
Naralon:
« 1d20 = 10 »
Shona:
« 1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10 »
Hooded Man 1:
Both fail.
Hooded Man 1:
The male's companions both held rapiers as well, giving wicked grins from beneath their hoods.
Ivanika:
Iva scowls at the man right in front of her and immediately draws her hob goblin long sword, "Sister Ivanika, Servant of Pelor. I take it you're a common hoodlum, yes? Vhat do you vant?"
* Naralon smirks. "I hope Mr. Stonehaven will refund your money for this."
Shona:
Shona quickly took both daggers in hand.
* Elisabetha darts away from the weapon drawing!
* Naralon shifts to a fighting stance, holding her hand crossed in front of her, which glows slightly with magic.
Zanorin:
Zanorin quickly drew his weapons
Hooded Man 1:
" I wished to know the name of the leader so that I could give an accurate report after we *kill* you." Immediately, all three men drew their weapons. Bones snapped and their body shifted, their formerly rugged features growing far more elongated and narrow!
Ivanika:
Knowledge Devotion: « 1d20+9 = 6 + 9 = 15 »
* Naralon grins. "You're the goons from last night!"
Wererat 1:
It was definitely a wererat, at least! Roll initiative!
Shona:
Shona shivered at the sight of the rats again. She had to remind herself that she had silver now and that should fair well against the rats.
Ivanika:
Ini: « d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21 »
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 »
Naralon:
Initative: « 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 »
Zanorin:
« 1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12 »
Elisabetha:
« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 »
Wererat 1:
« 1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 » « 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » « 1d20+3 = 16 + 3 = 19 »
Aeter:
« 1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13 »
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 »
Elisabetha:
« 1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15 »
Ivanika has received initiative.
Ivanika:
Ivanika has her longsword already drawn, and in response to the bastard's sudden death thread she strikes out with an attack of surprising quickness: Attack Roll (flanking) « d20+6 = 13 + 6 = 19 »
Ivanika:
Damage: « d8+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »
Aeter:
The weapon carved through cloth and... did absolutely nothing to the flesh beneath. A bit of wererat fur got stuck to the cloth, at least.
Naralon has received initiative.
* Naralon grins widely. "You're outnumbered, fools! Get out while you can!"
Wererat 1:
" You can't even harm us. Pitiful gnome. A pity we need to make more for the dwarf to clean!" He laughed wickedly.
* Naralon concentrates. Suddenly other Naralons pop into existence, concentrating as well. (Mirror Image « 1d4 = 4 »)
* Naralon positions her copies in front of the rats, each of them grinning.
Wererat 3:
The wererat spun, stabbing his weapon towards the half-elf cleric! « 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »
Wererat 3:
« 1d6+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »
Elisabetha has received initiative.
Elisabetha:
"Well, since everyone wants to fight...." « 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 »
Elisabetha:
« 2d6+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »
Wererat 1:
Tastes like chicken!
Wererat 1:
The wererat screamed out in pain as his flesh was burned through, leaving a scorched concave in the rat's flesh. "KILL THE BITCH!"
Shona has received initiative.
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17 » « 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 »
Shona:
« 1d6+2+1d6 = 4 + 2 + 3 = 9 »
Shona:
« 1d6 = 3 »
Aeter:
Roll 1d4+2+2d6
Aeter:
er, +1*
Shona:
« 1d4+1+2d6 = 2 + 1 + 6 = 9 »
Aeter:
1d4+1+2d6
Aeter:
9 damage!
Wererat 1:
"Silver!" He cried out, parting his lips and crying out in anguish as the silver flashed wickedly, slicing straight through the flesh and causing a fount of blood to pour over Shona... the wererat immediately dropping.
Shona:
"This is payback... bitches!"
Fellian Shard 1:
Fellian took the turn to wade through the army of Naralons, eyes widened; a large gash carved out of his forearm.
Zanorin has received initiative.
* Naralon speaks up, as do the other four Naralons. "Of course! Don't you think we'd have learned a little something from our last encounter?"
Zanorin:
Zanorin takes a step back to apply the silversheen to his scimitar. (end turn)
Aeter:
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Aeter:
GO NINJA GO NINJA GO
Aeter:
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Wererat 2:
Wererat 2 lashed out towards Shona with both the blade... and his teeth.
Wererat 2:
« 1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 »« 1d20=1 = 9 »
Wererat 2:
« 1d20-1 = 19 - 1 = 18 »
Elisabetha:
« 1d20=1 = 9 »
Ivanika:
130=1
Wererat 2:
« 1d6+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »
Ivanika:
1d20=1
Wererat 2:
« 1d20=1 = 8 »
Ivanika:
« 1d20=1 = 2 »
Ivanika:
« 1d20=1 = 2 »
Ivanika:
« 1d20=1 = 15 »
Wererat 2:
« 1d20=1 = 1 »
Elisabetha:
« 1d20=1 = 19 »
Wererat 2:
« 1d20=1 = 5 »
Ivanika has received initiative.
Ivanika has received initiative.
Naralon has received initiative.
Elisabetha has received initiative.
Shona has received initiative.
Zanorin has received initiative.
Orak Stonehaven:
From the office burst the dwarf, shouting a gutteral battle cry. In his hand flashed a large dwarven waraxe, much as the one that Bruetus used to wield. He dashed up behind Elisabetha, delivering a hard slash across her back.
Orak Stonehaven:
« 1d20+6 = 15 + 6 = 21 »
Orak Stonehaven:
« 1d6+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 »
Orak Stonehaven:
« 1d10+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »
Ivanika has received initiative.
Ivanika:
Iva sees the dwarf suddenly burst out and attack Elizabetha. She spins around unleashing a furious counter-attack, slashing her sword around his stout form. Attack: « d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17 »
Ivanika:
« d8+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 »
Naralon has received initiative.
* Naralon and her four clones speak in unison (almost a creepy echo) "Oh no! Elisabetha!" she shouts before all five Naralons point at Orak in unison. (Casting Sleep on Orak, DC16)
Orak Stonehaven:
« 1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 »
Naralon:
"Sleep now!"
Orak Stonehaven:
And, Orak fell to his rear, falling into slumber.
* Naralon grins. (End turn)
Wererat 3:
Wererat three was still confronted by Shona. She'd recieve both a blade and a pair of sharp teeth lashing out for her!
Wererat 3:
« 1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 »« 1d20-1 = 15 - 1 = 14 »
Wererat 3:
« 1d6+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »
Elisabetha has received initiative.
Elisabetha:
"WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?!" She glances over her shoulder, barely resisting the urge to shoot at the dwarf. He deserved it! Instead she channels her anger at Warerat 2. « 1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13 »
Elisabetha:
"Now you're going to burn like your friend..." « 2d6+1 = 11 + 1 = 12 »
Wererat 2:
The wererat's head suddenly vanished in a vivid flash of eldritch energies.
Shona has received initiative.
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » « 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 »
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »
Shona:
« 2d4+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 »
Fellian Shard 1:
Fellian moved quickly up behind Shona, abandoning one of his spells for the day to lay an aura of warmth along her back. "The Path is dangerous. You must be more wary." (Cure Light Wounds)
Fellian Shard 1:
« 1d8+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »
Zanorin has received initiative.
Zanorin:
« 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 » « 1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17 »
Zanorin:
« 1d4+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »
Aeter:
1d4 for a dagger, -1 damage for silver.
Ivanika has received initiative.
Aeter:
The ceiling caves in on IVanika's head for not paying attention.
Aeter:
« 8d6 = 31 »
Ivanika:
Iva takes a few steps on the stone, her heeled boots clicking along their surface as she sheaths her blade. Standing over the sleeping dwarf she nudges him with her toe.
Aeter:
Ivanika get crushed LIKE ALL OTHER SERVANTS OF PELOR
Aeter:
WITH A BUILDING ATOP HER HEAD
Aeter:
Ahem.
Aeter:
Moving on.
Ivanika:
"Shona, want to see if you can get his keys and check these rooms?"
Shona:
"With ease."
Naralon has received initiative.
* Naralon positions her images around the last remaining wererat. "You have no hope! No hope!" all five shout in their weird echoing five-Naralon voice. (End turn)
Wererat 3:
"STOP! STOP IT!" The wererat swung out towards Naralon Mirror 2, turning towards Zanorin to chow down at his arm. Or try to.
Wererat 3:
« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 »
Wererat 3:
Naralon mirror 2 survives!
Wererat 3:
« 1d20-1 = 3 - 1 = 2 »
Wererat 3:
Zanorin takes no damage.
Elisabetha has received initiative.
Elisabetha:
« 1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6 »
Aeter:
The blast hits Shona in the back! « 2d6+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 »
Aeter:
Shona is down to 8 HP!
Shona has received initiative.
Elisabetha:
OH! I AM SO SORRY! I AM SO SO SO SORRY!
* Elisabetha isn't really sorry but pretends to be.
Shona:
Shona screams in pain, having been shot in the back for the second time with this group. Realizing she still needed to down the rat before yelling at Eli. « 1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 » « 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »
Fellian Shard 1:
... Fellian pushed the Naralon clone out of the way. Cure Light Wounds on Shona. Again.
Fellian Shard 1:
« 1d8+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Zanorin has received initiative.
Zanorin:
« 1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18 »
Zanorin:
« 1d6+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »
Wererat 3:
And that was enough! The last blow dropped the rat!
Aeter:
COMBAT OVER
Shona:
"Eli! What the hell!!!!!!!"
Ivanika:
Looks through the key ring quickly, "Zanorin check the back room quickly please."
* Elisabetha backs up, nearly tripping over the dwarf. "I said I was sorry! It was an accident!"
Ivanika:
"Shona, lets get this steel door open, Naralon can you check the other rooms?"
Elisabetha:
Look, I'm not nearly as bad as the gnome, okay!
Shona:
"Between Naralon and you I might join the next side when we get into a battle." Shona rubbed her back softly.
Shona:
"Let me check for traps first Iva."
Shona:
« 1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20 »
Aeter:
Within Orak's office is a wooden desk, two chairs, and a shelf lined with 150 bars of soap.
Zanorin:
Zanorin makes his way over to the wooden door pushing it open and stepping inside.
* Naralon 's speak up. "Come now! I haven't whipped out the crossbow for a while!"
Naralon:
"Dear dear dear! What are we going to do with this dwarf?"
Aeter:
The steel door opens without much trouble, exposing a spiraling stone staircase that descends down into darkness.
Shona:
"Tie up the dwarf
Shona:
"
Zanorin:
Search « 1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14 »
Aeter:
Zanorin finds a small locked money chest under the desk!
Ivanika:
Iva takes a few steps back to the dwarf, retrieving her 2 gold pieces.
* Naralon merges with all of her mirror images, becoming one Naralon once again.
Zanorin:
"Shona theres a chest in here if you want to take a look at the lock."
Shona:
Shona checks the beaded doorway.
Zanorin:
Zanorin pulls some Rope from his pack after leaving the office and starts to tie up the dwarf. « 1d20+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »
Shona:
"Let me fix that rope for you." « 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 »
Shona:
Lmfao!
Aeter:
And so
Aeter:
The party is confronted with one true way to advance: Descend into the darkness beneath the bath house. This will happen... in two weeks.
* Naralon uses Use Rope just for the hell of it. « 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »
Aeter:
« 1d20 = 15 »
Aeter:
Shona:
« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 »
* Elisabetha tries her hand at tying it up. « 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 »
* Elisabetha still did better than the rogue.
Elisabetha:
Terrible, terrible rogue.
Aeter:
End for this week!