Post by Aeter on Aug 26, 2013 20:46:37 GMT -6
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Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo has connected.
Enzek has connected.
Castellan Stillwind has connected.
* Castellan Stillwind rolls out of Tia's bed. How's that for a beginning!
Enzek:
Whuddup bitchaaaazzz!
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
1d6
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 4
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 1
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 5
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 5
Aeter (DM):
(6+2) + (4+2) + (5+2) + (5+2)
Aeter (DM):
« 6+2+4+2+5+2+5+2 = 6 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 2 + 5 + 2 = 28 »
Enzek is disconnected.
Enzek is disconnected.
Aeter (DM):
Winter is drawing near in the city of Cauldron. Citizens are shoring up their homes and businesses in preparation for the flood season. Since the town is essentially built inside a large bowl, the rainy seasons can be particularly dangerous. The lip of the cauldron catches the falling rain with great efficiency, and the gutters and alleyways of Cauldron quickly become filled with turbulent rivers that more often than not overflow into the streets as they drain down the inner surface of the volcano and into the central lake. This rainfall can quickly overcome the lake's drainage. This causes the water level to creep upwards, flooding the lower level of buildings and forcing the inhabitants to flee to higher ground. Since the buildings along the lakeshore tend to be poorly constructed and their inhabitants poor, sick, and destitute, the damage can be devastating. As everyone knows, after a particularly wet winter several decades ago, the representatives from the churches of Pelor, Wee Jas, and Kord got together under the urging of the then-high-priestess of the church of St. Cuthbert, pooled their resources, and created several wands of control water to combat the flood season. So successful were these measures that, after that flood season ended, the city of Cauldron erupted into a massive festival. In the years to follow, this grew into tradition. The Flood Festival began earlier and earlier each year until it started before the first rains fell. Each year, the clerics of the city created wands of control water to fight the floods and each year the damage was controlled. For a few years, the clerics even dabbled with scrolls of control weather -- but this option was abandoned due to too many mishaps when lower-leveled clerics miscast these powerful spells.
Enzek has connected.
Aeter (DM):
Winter is drawing near in the city of Cauldron. Citizens are shoring up their homes and businesses in preparation for the flood season. Since the town is essentially built inside a large bowl, the rainy seasons can be particularly dangerous. The lip of the cauldron catches the falling rain with great efficiency, and the gutters and alleyways of Cauldron quickly become filled with turbulent rivers that more often than not overflow into the streets as they drain down the inner surface of the volcano and into the central lake. This rainfall can quickly overcome the lake's drainage. This causes the water level to creep upwards, flooding the lower level of buildings and forcing the inhabitants to flee to higher ground. Since the buildings along the lakeshore tend to be poorly constructed and their inhabitants poor, sick, and destitute, the damage can be devastating. As everyone knows, after a particularly wet winter several decades ago, the representatives from the churches of Pelor, Wee Jas, and Kord got together under the urging of the then-high-priestess of the church of St. Cuthbert, pooled their resources, and created several wands of control water to combat the flood season. So successful were these measures that, after that flood season ended, the city of Cauldron erupted into a massive festival. In the years to follow, this grew into tradition. The Flood Festival began earlier and earlier each year until it started before the first rains fell. Each year, the clerics of the city created wands of control water to fight the floods and each year the damage was controlled. For a few years, the clerics even dabbled with scrolls of control weather -- but this option was abandoned due to too many mishaps when lower-leveled clerics miscast these powerful spells.
Aeter (DM):
Word of the group's adventures in and below Cauldron and the role they played in putting a stop to the kidnappings and the goblin vandals has spread. Though their life went on within the churches and alleyways that the trio called their home, in public eye they had become something of heroes. Every once in awhile, a commoner or shopkeeper stopped them to thank them for their services; even granting them a free drink, food, or pointless trinket in thanks. It was here that we begin our story, on the streets of the city as brightly colored banners stretched between otherwise drab buildings, shop stalls were set up, kegs were opened, and games were played as the first days of the Festival came into fruitation.
* Enzek could be found wandering the streets of the festival, whistling to himself, taking in the sights and just generally being happy. For the good work and successfully completed mission of stopping the foul goblins days ago, the Church of St. Cuthbert gave Enzek some time off to relax a bit and enjoy the festival.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia had absolutely loathed the attention. It made her job a lot harder and as such, her street clothing had to be changed to yet another disguise. The attention wasn't something she liked. Being unknown was better. Just an enigma. She dreaded working with the group again, she had even blown off a few attempts to meet up and discuss future plans. The very fact she was meeting up with them was curious, but she seemed eager to start the adventure. She had been successful in alluding them from finding out about her thus far, or even getting to know much about her beyond Tia, though this time she was a bit distracted. She pressed her back against the cold brick of an alley way, watching as people passed by. She scanned their pockets, their belts for hanging coin purses, but mostly she paid attention to the faces. She was looking for two imparticular. Castellan wouldn't be hard to pick out of a crowd. He was the creepiest looking one every time. Enzek would be a challenge. So far she had mistaken three children for him.
Aeter (DM):
"HEY ENZEK YOU'RE A JERK no don't cry kid i'm sorry fuck"
Enzek:
lol
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(He said my post is wrong.)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(SHE DOES.)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(Which was discussed PRIOR to us even making your sheet.)
Aeter (DM):
Current situation, and correct me if I'm wrong: Enzek is making sure nothing's going wrong with the flood festival and waiting until the clerics have to use the wands of control water to keep the flood of Cauldron at bay. Tia is currently looking for her own leads for the job she is on and is thus staying around Castellan and Enzek because from their past adventures, they proved themselves to both be useful and provide her with additional information. Castellan's following Enzek both under the church's order to promote a sort of thread of diplomacy between the church of Wee Jas and that of St. Cuthbert and because you adventured in the past and thus are familiar with each other enough that you know you can get the job done.
Enzek:
(( When the clerics use the Wands of Control Water, what is Enzek's role in that? Is he using them himself, or standing as a guard perhaps, or etc? ))
Castellan:
Castellan was more observing the festival than participating, in most respects. Life outside the Cathedral was still new and interesting, something he looked at perhaps a bit more analytically than he ought to have. Still, his polite nature got him through town well enough, even if he hadn't many friends. Sure, people recognized him - he was hard to miss in his usual garb - as one of those three heroes who had saved the orphans from the half-Duergar's slaving ring. Yes, they had stopped the goblin hooligans, and their leader, the vampiric Drak'thar, but of the three, he seemed to draw the least active attention. It wasn't unsurprising - he did seem the least approachable, given his macabre garb and peculiar eyes. But he was more than happy to entertan conversation when it came his way. He and Enzek seemed an oddly matched pair, as they wandered the muddy streets during the festival. Enzek with his neat, if spartan, garb of Saint Cuthbert, though it was fortified with armor and his signature weapon, which was or wasn't always visible. Meanwhile, Castellan's own robes were dark and conspicuous, ornate with silvery skulls and ruby gemstones. His drawn hood only made him seem more like some dark avatar of the Taker. But the two did share conversation as they wandered about, Castellan more reactive to Enzek's own comments and queries. He seemed out of place, but he didn't seem to dislike that fact.
* Enzek chuckled to himself as the pair continued down the streets. He knew that he'd soon be called to his duty, and took every possible moment in the meantime to enjoy himself. "So, what do you think, Castellan? Wanna go find Tia and have a bit of fun until the ceremony?"
Castellan:
Castellan yawned quietly, his half-lidded eyes washing over the throngs of people, then the various games of chance and skill, taking an interest in what the latter offered for the first time yet. "Miss Tia isn't found. She finds us when she wants to, and avoids us when she doesn't, Mister Enzek." It was a poignant reminder - the Rogue always seemed to come and go at her convenience alone.
Aeter (DM):
Upon a street corner, a guard with his chainmail covered with a deep blue tabard -- marking him as one of the Lored Mayor's own men -- tacked a piece of parchment into the wall with a hammer and two nails. Accompanied by two companions, he repeated this step at several different street corners as he walked.i
* Enzek 's nose twitched a bit. "Yeah, good point. Hmm..." his train of thought is cut off by the parchment just put up. "'Scuse me for a moment?" he says as he goes to read it.
Castellan:
Despite Enzek requesting to be excused of his presence, Castellan follows the Gnome with quiet footsteps.
Aeter (DM):
TAX NOTICE: "Nothing exists that is sure but the Dark Angel and the Revenue Collector." Truly, we who care for the weighty concerns of noble finance appreciate the opportunity to convey to the world at large somewhat of our view of things. Alas, it falls upon me and my staff to garner the treasure that all the Lord Mayor's men compete to spend. Since we are vastly outnumbered by the scatterers of the Lord Mayor's store, we must compensate by being vastly more inventive than they, finding novel ways to gather it in. There are two new taxes for this moon: A Market Tax is assessed on every adult and every beast to enter a walled town on the monthly Market Day of 1 copper each. The next is the Alien Tax. Outside peoples that do not own property of their own are required to pay 1 silver for each adult each month. Diplomatic personnel are exempt from such taxation, of course. A strong sword and a full moneybag -- these maketh a kingdom to prosper. In faith, Her Excellency, Terri Stanheort, Chancellor of the Exchequer, serving Lord Mayor Severen Navalant of Cauldron.
Enzek:
"Hm. Welp, hopefully whatever they're spending is going to a good cause."
Aeter (DM):
New DM color!
Enzek:
PURPLE RAAAAAIN...
Castellan:
Castellan quirks a brow as he reads the missive. "How curious. Cauldron is somewhat famous for its modest taxes. I wonder where the money's been going."
Castellan:
The mage tries to think of any recent public works projects that may have gone on over the last year or so. Kno: Local « 1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »
* Enzek shrugs. "Eh, no matter! We scored big in the caves a couple months ago, remember? We'll be fine."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"They have to pay for their harlots somehow," Tia said as she stood over Castellan's shoulder. Her foot steps were usually light, but she seemed intent on being hidden until she was ready to make her presence known, now that they were more famous especially. A hood hung over her head, casting a shadow over her face that showed only her full lips.
* Enzek jumps a little in surprise. "Whoa, Tia!"
Castellan:
"You of all people, Mister Enzek, should know there is always more to something than is visibly apparent..." Castellan turned slightly to see Tia immediately behind him - a somewhat unnerving prospect, given he was unaware of her approach. "Miss Tia," He greeted softly, with his usual formality.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Shh!" she ushered, peering over each shoulder to make sure no one heard him. She wasn't in the mood for autographs.
* Enzek didn't think too much on a very slight tax increase. He already donates a good portion of his funds to the needier folks of the city, and still has enough to take care of himself and his family.
Aeter (DM):
There were no public venues, but every few months so far there has been a new sheet pinned to walls announcing taxes. When the party entered Jzadirune, there was a "Consumption Tax" of 1/4th a copper per silver in all sales, with a full 1 copper per silver on certain 'luxury goods'. There was also an Inheritance Tax of 1 silver per gold coin, which put a few of the nobles in a tiff. During the group's journey to Orik's bathhouse, they also had seen one stating a beginning of 'tolls' on certain roads and bridges of 1 copper for a person on foot or for a beast or a cart while a coach or chariot pays two copper.
Aeter (DM):
Always signed by the Chancellor of the Exchequer, serving Lord Mayor Severen Navalant of Cauldron.
Castellan:
"Yet another set of taxes levied, Miss Tia. What do you think of this? There have been more taxes levied in the last year than in the last several combined."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"I pay my taxes," she said almost defensively, and dismissively at the same time. He hadn't been accusing despite her response. "What adventures are in store for us now?" she said in an almost eager tone, an unusual thing for her given the popularity each one garnered them. For whatever reason this procurer of rare goods and informant prefered her privacy. Enzek might understand.
Castellan:
"I wouldn't know. Perhaps a day at the festival?" He smiled.
Enzek:
"We've got the flood ceremony in a bit, and a festival all around us. What do you guys say to having a bit of fun? I'd say we earned it!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
She hesitated, thinking about her options. She finally answered through gritted teeth, "Sure." She was backed into a corner. She had her goals but she needed a viable excuse for leading them down any particular path. She was constantly looking over her shoulder or scanning the crowd, particuarly the faces of the children, as though she might know them.
Enzek:
"Great! Let's go."
Castellan:
Castellan surveyed the booths once more, seeing what games of chance or skill were at hand for the three to test their luck with.
Aeter (DM):
There were several different games about. Some were tests of logic, others of strength, and others of speed. Unfortunately, there was no 'look better' booths.
* Enzek looks for a sort of shooting or throwing game. Even before joining the church and taking a job, Enzek was known to his close acquaitances as a skilled trick shot.
Aeter (DM):
There was definitely a throwing game!
* Enzek approaches it with enthusiasm. xD
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia followed behind them begrudgingly. Normally she'd be up for the task of counter-conning a con, which was what she viewed these game booths as. Today she was anxious and impatient.
Aeter (DM):
"Gooood afternoon, little lord." The vendor smiled happily to the gnome with a bow of his head. "Would you like to take a throw? One silver a ball! Knock all the bottles down and win a prize!"
Enzek:
"Definitely! Haven't actually done much throwing; it's more of a halfling thing, but I wager I can give it a go."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
For whatever demented reason in her head, she couldn't help but imagine Enzek as that silver ball.
Castellan:
Castellan lingered as Tia did, almost as if to act like a stick of sorts, poking her to contnue on with them. She was a reliable woman - when she wanted to be. Otherwise, they saw naught hide nor hair of her. He wanted her to be more 'available', not just when she had wished it.
Enzek:
She's secretly racist against little people.
Enzek:
xD
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(Nooooo)
* Enzek stretches his arm and hands the booth keeper 3 silver.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(She just doesn't trust anything she can accidentally step on.)
Enzek:
(And with good reason. *evil sinister grin*)
Aeter (DM):
Three balls were given! "Step up to the line and take a throw!" (Roll a DC 20 ability check three times!)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia cringed at the sight of him wasting his silver. She could have just stolen it from his coin purse and punched him in the gut for the same result.
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 »
Aeter (DM):
Fail!
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 »
Aeter (DM):
Fail!
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 »
Aeter (DM):
ALMOST but no.
* Enzek snaps his fingers. "Darn!" he says turning to Tia and Castellan. "You guys should give this a try."
Aeter (DM):
"A good attempt, but unfortunately the bottles got the best of you!" The vendor laughed heartily, turning his attention to Tia. "How about the pretty lady? Would you like an attempt?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"So what adhesive did you use on the bottom of the bottle? Seems to be doing a wonderful job!" Tia said mockingly as though she were impressed.
Castellan:
Castellan keeps a good eye on the bottles, as if to see if anything seemed fishy. Perception: « 1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11 »
Aeter (DM):
" None at all, miss. Just a penny a pitch. There are no falsities present here!" The vendor actually walked down the line, lifting one bottle off of the others and the second from the side before replacing both.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"No thanks, I already pay my taxes."
Castellan:
"I'll give it a try, Sir."
Enzek:
"D'aw, c'mon, have a bit of fun!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"You could always just give me the silver and I'll raise my shirt," she muttered under her breath.
* Enzek shakes his head slightly, but shuts up.
Castellan:
He would reach into his cloak, pulling out a silver coin and setting it flat upon the counter.
Castellan:
Balls! « 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 » « 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » « 1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15 »
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia quirked a brow on the second throw. "You tripped right? Was that a real throw?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
She at least seemed to be gesting this time.
Castellan:
"One doesn't get much practice in the Cathedral, Miss Tia," Castellan reminded with a soft chuckle - surprisingly sinister, given his cloaked and hooded appearance. "Slinging wooden balls isn't quite my forte."
Castellan:
"I imagine you would do quite well, however!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"They're not normally wooden."
* Enzek chuckles. "Too true! If we used wooden balls in our efforts the crooks'd probably rule this city by now!"
* Enzek hands the boothkeeper three silver. "C'mon, Tia! Give it a try, on me."
Aeter (DM):
"Very well. Give it a try, good lady." And three balls were passed over to Tia.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia sighed, "You're wasting your silver..." She frowned and moved up to Enzek. If it'd get the party to move on quicker she'd indulge them though. She gripped each ball, taking her turn with a lack of expression. She did not expect to win.
Aeter (DM):
That's like three Lance Armstrongs.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
« 1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »« 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 »« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »
Enzek:
"Darn! I suppose your forte is in more sharper implements."
Aeter (DM):
Tia very half-heartedly flung those targets and not only missed but struck the side of the nearby building with her second throw. That's what happens when you don't expect to win!
Castellan:
Castellan blinked as she threw each. "Are you upset, Miss Tia? Did you trip or something?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Yep. My harlot friends would be so disappointed. Moving on now, yes?" she said as she turned to leave the booth. She wasn't mad, she was indifferent.
Enzek:
"Yeah, I s'pose. Wonder what else is going on here."
Castellan:
Castellan nodded politely to the stallkeeper as they moved on. He followed whoever took the initiative, yawning softly.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia lead them on, mistakenly passing by the logic booth. Of course. And as soon as she did she just knew her gnome friend would have to try it out.
Enzek:
www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0428.html
Enzek:
Haley and Tia are quite similar now that I think about it.
Aeter (DM):
Unfortunately, the games and excitement were broken by a rapidly approaching armored form. Enzek would recognize him instantly; "Argios the Red" was one of the highest level paladins of St. Cuthbert that served in defense of the Cathedral itself, providing sermons and training new Paladins. He was rarely seen outside of the Cathedral walls, but it seemed this was rather important as he approached the group at a rather smooth clip. He was a strong set man, easily past his fifties as formerly sleek black hair had mostly become grey over the years.
Argios the Red:
"Brother Enzek." He spoke up quickly towards Enzek, though he gave a smile and a nod to Castellan and Tia as well. "Master Castellan. Lady Erialistia. Greetings." He turned his attention back to Enzek soon after. "Sister Jenya requests your presence. She says it is urgent and that you should come with me, should you be able."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Is it danger?!" Tia asked a bit too eagerly for someone trying to avoid the fame. She loomed over Enzek's pintsize shoulder awaiting the response, and ready to invite herself along.
* Enzek bows to Argios. "Of course, of course!" he turns to his comrades, then back to Argios. "Are my friends here allowed to accompany us as well?"
Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Castellan:
"Lord-Knight," Castellan greeted politely.
Argios the Red:
" She seemed very insistant. And, yes. She specifically wished for the company of your companions."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia wandered off towards the intended destination without waiting for them, she had her excuse or so she hoped.
Enzek:
"Ah, excellent!" he says, turning to his companions. "Looks like our infamy as a group is growing together, eh eh? Shall we go with Lord Argios here?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"I don't think you're using that word right, but I could be wrong..."
* Enzek meant to use the word "infamy" in a more jesting tone.
Castellan:
"Miss Tia!" Castellan called after, beginning to follow her as the Cuthberters came up the rear.
Aeter (DM):
The group moved through the streets and approached the Church of St.Cuthbert. The martial-looking white marble walls stood stark against the otherwise dark buildings of black stone that flank it on Obsidian Avenue. The strong white marble statues that flanked the heavy oaken doors stared on, and the words "Within Law Lives Hope" above the door seemed freshly shined; and likely Tia had arrived long before the rest of them. The group was led through to a side room, worshippers and acolytes looking on worriedly. Within the room, Jenya Urikas paced back and forth quickly, quite obviously in a state of panic. Once the group was within, the door was closed behind them.
Castellan:
blue cheese walls* ))
Jenya Urikas:
"Thanks be to the Cudgel, you have arrived. I have an urgent matter, and I frankly do not currently have anyone else to approach with it."
Jenya Urikas:
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Castellan:
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* Enzek approaches Jenya and gives her a respectful bow. "Praise be to the Cudgel. I am always at your service. What has happened that calls for such urgency?"
Jenya Urikas:
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Jenya Urikas:
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Castellan:
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Castellan:
Castellan seemed more at ease in the Temple of Saint Cuthbert than, say, the halls of Kord or Pelor. In law was stability, something deeply rooted in Jasite doctrine as well. He was a clear stick-out to the other acolytes as they were led inside, though no doubt familiar to some from previous visits to assist Jenya. "Lady Jenya," He greeted as they were led into her ready room.
Erialistia:
Tia offered a nod, and if you listened closely, even a grunt. She otherwise stood off to the side, only pulling her hood down now that they were in a secure room away from fans.
Jenya Urikas:
" I have recieved a disturbing message from Sarcem Delasharn, our high priest." She moved swiftly across the room towards the group, holding out the parchment. "I do not know what to do. This Sending was sent to me, and I wrote down the mesage and the reply as soon as I was able. I wished to say 'have faith' but... Curses to all Unjust, I should have planned this better...!"
* Enzek accepts the parchment, his face turning to one of deep concern. He holds the parchment out a little for his party peek in on if they wished.
Erialistia:
Tia peered over Enzek's shoulder to read the letter and quirked a brow, finding the woman to be the quite daft.
Enzek:
"Hrm, the high priest. This isn't good! We gotta get to the Lucky Monkey immediately!"
Castellan:
Castellan would take the most immediate opportunity to read the scrap of parchment himself, once Enzek was finished with it.
Erialistia:
"What is the Lucky Monkey? Where is it?"
Jenya Urikas:
" The Lucky Monkey is a roadside tavern about a day's ride northwest of Cauldron. It's a convenient rest stop for travelers on the northwest road, and a popular place with the local lumberjacks. I can provide a map if you would like."
Erialistia:
"Yes. A map would be good," she insisted though no longer seemed to be in any hurry. A day's ride? He was likely dead before she asked for him to send another letter back. Mortally wounded typically required more than a band aid.
Erialistia:
"Also where is the nearest place to rent an ass?"
Jenya Urikas:
" I can provide you with riding mounts that can take you there. "
* Enzek shakes his head in disagreement. "I wouldn't underestimate the strength of the High Priest himself. I wager if we can get to him quickly enough, he'll be all right."
Erialistia:
"Thats what they all say," she mumbled to herself. Her throat was cleared promptly after, "Thank you. Can one of your men show me to them? I'll prepare them while these two work out the plan."
Castellan:
"Dire news, indeed." Castellan said. "Taker preserve him," He murmured, more to himself than the others. As Tia inferred, he was likely dead already. Apemen? Anything like that in local folklore? Kn: L « 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »
Enzek:
K: Local « 1d20+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »
Aeter (DM):
Castellan has no clue about ape men. Neither does Enzek.
Jenya Urikas:
" Is there anything else you would like to know...?"
Erialistia:
Tia was usually the first to ask about pay, but this time she shook her head no and lingered near the door.
Castellan:
"These wands... are they the wands for the floods?"
Enzek:
"The wands referred to on the note are the water controlling ones for the festival, right?"
Jenya Urikas:
" ... Yes. Father Sarcem purchased eight wands during his trip to Sasserine. Since the flood seasons have been minor over the last several years, the other three churches have... lost interest in providing the time and effort to build wands this year." She looked diplomatically over to Castellan, though her stress was obviously quite tense. "It is *vital* that the wands get back to Cauldron before the flood season starts, or many, many lives could be lost."
Erialistia:
"The horses?" Tia asked again, waiting to be shown to them. She seemed in more of a rush than usual.
Enzek:
"And that, of course, is something we'd like to avoid!" he turns to his companions. "Shall we prepare to go?"
Jenya Urikas:
"Brother Argios will show you to the stables. Also... here." The high priestess was quick to step towards a locked cabinet, drawing forth a key from her robe to unlock it. Three vials were procured, each stamped with the holy symbol of St. Cuthbert and very orderly marked as potions of health II -- Or, in our terms, potions of Cure Moderate Wounds. "Take these, should they help. I wish I could provide more. I will speak to the commander of the Guard and see if a patrol might be set out to the Lucky Monkey as well, but... it may take time, with the Flood Festival beginning."
Castellan:
Castellan's brow twitches slightly, the only indication at his ire over the passive aggressive jab from the Cuthberter. "Respectully, Lady Jenya, while Kord's ilk have squandered their resources with athletic games, and while Pelor's following has dwindled, the Stern Lady's faithful have the solemn and ceaseless duty of preparing Cauldron's departed for their final rest. Perhaps it is not a lack of interest, moreso than a lack of time or resources, mn? Nonetheless, I will speak to the High Priestess about preparations for next season. I am certain those wands will be in safe hands, but for now, we do have to reclaim those your brethren misplaced. We shall be swift." Castellan gave her an equally 'diplomatic' look, taking a polite bow as he turned to join the others.
Jenya Urikas:
"As you say, Master Castellan. I apologize for any insult. "
Castellan:
"You are right, in a way, My Lady - I look forward to a future where our two churches work in unison for the good of Cauldron, as they had once in years past." He smiled politely. "Perhaps these days will lay the foundations for a closer relationship of that nature."
Erialistia:
Tia took the vials, tossing them carefully into her Handy Haversack. She eyed Brother Argios and gave a nod towards the door, opening it to see her way out. She wanted to get on the road, not because of the man's health as she as sure he was lost, though maybe in part because of the wands. Her people were the ones that always died.
* Enzek accepts the potions, intending to pass them out to Castellan and Tia. "Thank you for your assistance. We'll do everything we can to bring our brother home."
Argios the Red:
With the door opened again and the group heading off, he helped then off towards the stables where non-magical chargers were kept. Three simple but perfectly healthy riding horses were offered to the group.
Erialistia:
(My horse has a sticky horse shoe!)
Erialistia:
(It keeps going to the left!)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo has connected.
Enzek has connected.
Castellan Stillwind has connected.
* Castellan Stillwind rolls out of Tia's bed. How's that for a beginning!
Enzek:
Whuddup bitchaaaazzz!
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
1d6
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 4
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 1
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 5
* Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo rolls: 1d6 => 5
Aeter (DM):
(6+2) + (4+2) + (5+2) + (5+2)
Aeter (DM):
« 6+2+4+2+5+2+5+2 = 6 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 5 + 2 + 5 + 2 = 28 »
Enzek is disconnected.
Enzek is disconnected.
Aeter (DM):
Winter is drawing near in the city of Cauldron. Citizens are shoring up their homes and businesses in preparation for the flood season. Since the town is essentially built inside a large bowl, the rainy seasons can be particularly dangerous. The lip of the cauldron catches the falling rain with great efficiency, and the gutters and alleyways of Cauldron quickly become filled with turbulent rivers that more often than not overflow into the streets as they drain down the inner surface of the volcano and into the central lake. This rainfall can quickly overcome the lake's drainage. This causes the water level to creep upwards, flooding the lower level of buildings and forcing the inhabitants to flee to higher ground. Since the buildings along the lakeshore tend to be poorly constructed and their inhabitants poor, sick, and destitute, the damage can be devastating. As everyone knows, after a particularly wet winter several decades ago, the representatives from the churches of Pelor, Wee Jas, and Kord got together under the urging of the then-high-priestess of the church of St. Cuthbert, pooled their resources, and created several wands of control water to combat the flood season. So successful were these measures that, after that flood season ended, the city of Cauldron erupted into a massive festival. In the years to follow, this grew into tradition. The Flood Festival began earlier and earlier each year until it started before the first rains fell. Each year, the clerics of the city created wands of control water to fight the floods and each year the damage was controlled. For a few years, the clerics even dabbled with scrolls of control weather -- but this option was abandoned due to too many mishaps when lower-leveled clerics miscast these powerful spells.
Enzek has connected.
Aeter (DM):
Winter is drawing near in the city of Cauldron. Citizens are shoring up their homes and businesses in preparation for the flood season. Since the town is essentially built inside a large bowl, the rainy seasons can be particularly dangerous. The lip of the cauldron catches the falling rain with great efficiency, and the gutters and alleyways of Cauldron quickly become filled with turbulent rivers that more often than not overflow into the streets as they drain down the inner surface of the volcano and into the central lake. This rainfall can quickly overcome the lake's drainage. This causes the water level to creep upwards, flooding the lower level of buildings and forcing the inhabitants to flee to higher ground. Since the buildings along the lakeshore tend to be poorly constructed and their inhabitants poor, sick, and destitute, the damage can be devastating. As everyone knows, after a particularly wet winter several decades ago, the representatives from the churches of Pelor, Wee Jas, and Kord got together under the urging of the then-high-priestess of the church of St. Cuthbert, pooled their resources, and created several wands of control water to combat the flood season. So successful were these measures that, after that flood season ended, the city of Cauldron erupted into a massive festival. In the years to follow, this grew into tradition. The Flood Festival began earlier and earlier each year until it started before the first rains fell. Each year, the clerics of the city created wands of control water to fight the floods and each year the damage was controlled. For a few years, the clerics even dabbled with scrolls of control weather -- but this option was abandoned due to too many mishaps when lower-leveled clerics miscast these powerful spells.
Aeter (DM):
Word of the group's adventures in and below Cauldron and the role they played in putting a stop to the kidnappings and the goblin vandals has spread. Though their life went on within the churches and alleyways that the trio called their home, in public eye they had become something of heroes. Every once in awhile, a commoner or shopkeeper stopped them to thank them for their services; even granting them a free drink, food, or pointless trinket in thanks. It was here that we begin our story, on the streets of the city as brightly colored banners stretched between otherwise drab buildings, shop stalls were set up, kegs were opened, and games were played as the first days of the Festival came into fruitation.
* Enzek could be found wandering the streets of the festival, whistling to himself, taking in the sights and just generally being happy. For the good work and successfully completed mission of stopping the foul goblins days ago, the Church of St. Cuthbert gave Enzek some time off to relax a bit and enjoy the festival.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia had absolutely loathed the attention. It made her job a lot harder and as such, her street clothing had to be changed to yet another disguise. The attention wasn't something she liked. Being unknown was better. Just an enigma. She dreaded working with the group again, she had even blown off a few attempts to meet up and discuss future plans. The very fact she was meeting up with them was curious, but she seemed eager to start the adventure. She had been successful in alluding them from finding out about her thus far, or even getting to know much about her beyond Tia, though this time she was a bit distracted. She pressed her back against the cold brick of an alley way, watching as people passed by. She scanned their pockets, their belts for hanging coin purses, but mostly she paid attention to the faces. She was looking for two imparticular. Castellan wouldn't be hard to pick out of a crowd. He was the creepiest looking one every time. Enzek would be a challenge. So far she had mistaken three children for him.
Aeter (DM):
"HEY ENZEK YOU'RE A JERK no don't cry kid i'm sorry fuck"
Enzek:
lol
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(He said my post is wrong.)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(SHE DOES.)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(Which was discussed PRIOR to us even making your sheet.)
Aeter (DM):
Current situation, and correct me if I'm wrong: Enzek is making sure nothing's going wrong with the flood festival and waiting until the clerics have to use the wands of control water to keep the flood of Cauldron at bay. Tia is currently looking for her own leads for the job she is on and is thus staying around Castellan and Enzek because from their past adventures, they proved themselves to both be useful and provide her with additional information. Castellan's following Enzek both under the church's order to promote a sort of thread of diplomacy between the church of Wee Jas and that of St. Cuthbert and because you adventured in the past and thus are familiar with each other enough that you know you can get the job done.
Enzek:
(( When the clerics use the Wands of Control Water, what is Enzek's role in that? Is he using them himself, or standing as a guard perhaps, or etc? ))
Castellan:
Castellan was more observing the festival than participating, in most respects. Life outside the Cathedral was still new and interesting, something he looked at perhaps a bit more analytically than he ought to have. Still, his polite nature got him through town well enough, even if he hadn't many friends. Sure, people recognized him - he was hard to miss in his usual garb - as one of those three heroes who had saved the orphans from the half-Duergar's slaving ring. Yes, they had stopped the goblin hooligans, and their leader, the vampiric Drak'thar, but of the three, he seemed to draw the least active attention. It wasn't unsurprising - he did seem the least approachable, given his macabre garb and peculiar eyes. But he was more than happy to entertan conversation when it came his way. He and Enzek seemed an oddly matched pair, as they wandered the muddy streets during the festival. Enzek with his neat, if spartan, garb of Saint Cuthbert, though it was fortified with armor and his signature weapon, which was or wasn't always visible. Meanwhile, Castellan's own robes were dark and conspicuous, ornate with silvery skulls and ruby gemstones. His drawn hood only made him seem more like some dark avatar of the Taker. But the two did share conversation as they wandered about, Castellan more reactive to Enzek's own comments and queries. He seemed out of place, but he didn't seem to dislike that fact.
* Enzek chuckled to himself as the pair continued down the streets. He knew that he'd soon be called to his duty, and took every possible moment in the meantime to enjoy himself. "So, what do you think, Castellan? Wanna go find Tia and have a bit of fun until the ceremony?"
Castellan:
Castellan yawned quietly, his half-lidded eyes washing over the throngs of people, then the various games of chance and skill, taking an interest in what the latter offered for the first time yet. "Miss Tia isn't found. She finds us when she wants to, and avoids us when she doesn't, Mister Enzek." It was a poignant reminder - the Rogue always seemed to come and go at her convenience alone.
Aeter (DM):
Upon a street corner, a guard with his chainmail covered with a deep blue tabard -- marking him as one of the Lored Mayor's own men -- tacked a piece of parchment into the wall with a hammer and two nails. Accompanied by two companions, he repeated this step at several different street corners as he walked.i
* Enzek 's nose twitched a bit. "Yeah, good point. Hmm..." his train of thought is cut off by the parchment just put up. "'Scuse me for a moment?" he says as he goes to read it.
Castellan:
Despite Enzek requesting to be excused of his presence, Castellan follows the Gnome with quiet footsteps.
Aeter (DM):
TAX NOTICE: "Nothing exists that is sure but the Dark Angel and the Revenue Collector." Truly, we who care for the weighty concerns of noble finance appreciate the opportunity to convey to the world at large somewhat of our view of things. Alas, it falls upon me and my staff to garner the treasure that all the Lord Mayor's men compete to spend. Since we are vastly outnumbered by the scatterers of the Lord Mayor's store, we must compensate by being vastly more inventive than they, finding novel ways to gather it in. There are two new taxes for this moon: A Market Tax is assessed on every adult and every beast to enter a walled town on the monthly Market Day of 1 copper each. The next is the Alien Tax. Outside peoples that do not own property of their own are required to pay 1 silver for each adult each month. Diplomatic personnel are exempt from such taxation, of course. A strong sword and a full moneybag -- these maketh a kingdom to prosper. In faith, Her Excellency, Terri Stanheort, Chancellor of the Exchequer, serving Lord Mayor Severen Navalant of Cauldron.
Enzek:
"Hm. Welp, hopefully whatever they're spending is going to a good cause."
Aeter (DM):
New DM color!
Enzek:
PURPLE RAAAAAIN...
Castellan:
Castellan quirks a brow as he reads the missive. "How curious. Cauldron is somewhat famous for its modest taxes. I wonder where the money's been going."
Castellan:
The mage tries to think of any recent public works projects that may have gone on over the last year or so. Kno: Local « 1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »
* Enzek shrugs. "Eh, no matter! We scored big in the caves a couple months ago, remember? We'll be fine."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"They have to pay for their harlots somehow," Tia said as she stood over Castellan's shoulder. Her foot steps were usually light, but she seemed intent on being hidden until she was ready to make her presence known, now that they were more famous especially. A hood hung over her head, casting a shadow over her face that showed only her full lips.
* Enzek jumps a little in surprise. "Whoa, Tia!"
Castellan:
"You of all people, Mister Enzek, should know there is always more to something than is visibly apparent..." Castellan turned slightly to see Tia immediately behind him - a somewhat unnerving prospect, given he was unaware of her approach. "Miss Tia," He greeted softly, with his usual formality.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Shh!" she ushered, peering over each shoulder to make sure no one heard him. She wasn't in the mood for autographs.
* Enzek didn't think too much on a very slight tax increase. He already donates a good portion of his funds to the needier folks of the city, and still has enough to take care of himself and his family.
Aeter (DM):
There were no public venues, but every few months so far there has been a new sheet pinned to walls announcing taxes. When the party entered Jzadirune, there was a "Consumption Tax" of 1/4th a copper per silver in all sales, with a full 1 copper per silver on certain 'luxury goods'. There was also an Inheritance Tax of 1 silver per gold coin, which put a few of the nobles in a tiff. During the group's journey to Orik's bathhouse, they also had seen one stating a beginning of 'tolls' on certain roads and bridges of 1 copper for a person on foot or for a beast or a cart while a coach or chariot pays two copper.
Aeter (DM):
Always signed by the Chancellor of the Exchequer, serving Lord Mayor Severen Navalant of Cauldron.
Castellan:
"Yet another set of taxes levied, Miss Tia. What do you think of this? There have been more taxes levied in the last year than in the last several combined."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"I pay my taxes," she said almost defensively, and dismissively at the same time. He hadn't been accusing despite her response. "What adventures are in store for us now?" she said in an almost eager tone, an unusual thing for her given the popularity each one garnered them. For whatever reason this procurer of rare goods and informant prefered her privacy. Enzek might understand.
Castellan:
"I wouldn't know. Perhaps a day at the festival?" He smiled.
Enzek:
"We've got the flood ceremony in a bit, and a festival all around us. What do you guys say to having a bit of fun? I'd say we earned it!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
She hesitated, thinking about her options. She finally answered through gritted teeth, "Sure." She was backed into a corner. She had her goals but she needed a viable excuse for leading them down any particular path. She was constantly looking over her shoulder or scanning the crowd, particuarly the faces of the children, as though she might know them.
Enzek:
"Great! Let's go."
Castellan:
Castellan surveyed the booths once more, seeing what games of chance or skill were at hand for the three to test their luck with.
Aeter (DM):
There were several different games about. Some were tests of logic, others of strength, and others of speed. Unfortunately, there was no 'look better' booths.
* Enzek looks for a sort of shooting or throwing game. Even before joining the church and taking a job, Enzek was known to his close acquaitances as a skilled trick shot.
Aeter (DM):
There was definitely a throwing game!
* Enzek approaches it with enthusiasm. xD
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia followed behind them begrudgingly. Normally she'd be up for the task of counter-conning a con, which was what she viewed these game booths as. Today she was anxious and impatient.
Aeter (DM):
"Gooood afternoon, little lord." The vendor smiled happily to the gnome with a bow of his head. "Would you like to take a throw? One silver a ball! Knock all the bottles down and win a prize!"
Enzek:
"Definitely! Haven't actually done much throwing; it's more of a halfling thing, but I wager I can give it a go."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
For whatever demented reason in her head, she couldn't help but imagine Enzek as that silver ball.
Castellan:
Castellan lingered as Tia did, almost as if to act like a stick of sorts, poking her to contnue on with them. She was a reliable woman - when she wanted to be. Otherwise, they saw naught hide nor hair of her. He wanted her to be more 'available', not just when she had wished it.
Enzek:
She's secretly racist against little people.
Enzek:
xD
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(Nooooo)
* Enzek stretches his arm and hands the booth keeper 3 silver.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
(She just doesn't trust anything she can accidentally step on.)
Enzek:
(And with good reason. *evil sinister grin*)
Aeter (DM):
Three balls were given! "Step up to the line and take a throw!" (Roll a DC 20 ability check three times!)
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia cringed at the sight of him wasting his silver. She could have just stolen it from his coin purse and punched him in the gut for the same result.
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 »
Aeter (DM):
Fail!
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 »
Aeter (DM):
Fail!
Enzek:
« 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 »
Aeter (DM):
ALMOST but no.
* Enzek snaps his fingers. "Darn!" he says turning to Tia and Castellan. "You guys should give this a try."
Aeter (DM):
"A good attempt, but unfortunately the bottles got the best of you!" The vendor laughed heartily, turning his attention to Tia. "How about the pretty lady? Would you like an attempt?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"So what adhesive did you use on the bottom of the bottle? Seems to be doing a wonderful job!" Tia said mockingly as though she were impressed.
Castellan:
Castellan keeps a good eye on the bottles, as if to see if anything seemed fishy. Perception: « 1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11 »
Aeter (DM):
" None at all, miss. Just a penny a pitch. There are no falsities present here!" The vendor actually walked down the line, lifting one bottle off of the others and the second from the side before replacing both.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"No thanks, I already pay my taxes."
Castellan:
"I'll give it a try, Sir."
Enzek:
"D'aw, c'mon, have a bit of fun!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"You could always just give me the silver and I'll raise my shirt," she muttered under her breath.
* Enzek shakes his head slightly, but shuts up.
Castellan:
He would reach into his cloak, pulling out a silver coin and setting it flat upon the counter.
Castellan:
Balls! « 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 » « 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » « 1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15 »
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia quirked a brow on the second throw. "You tripped right? Was that a real throw?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
She at least seemed to be gesting this time.
Castellan:
"One doesn't get much practice in the Cathedral, Miss Tia," Castellan reminded with a soft chuckle - surprisingly sinister, given his cloaked and hooded appearance. "Slinging wooden balls isn't quite my forte."
Castellan:
"I imagine you would do quite well, however!"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"They're not normally wooden."
* Enzek chuckles. "Too true! If we used wooden balls in our efforts the crooks'd probably rule this city by now!"
* Enzek hands the boothkeeper three silver. "C'mon, Tia! Give it a try, on me."
Aeter (DM):
"Very well. Give it a try, good lady." And three balls were passed over to Tia.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia sighed, "You're wasting your silver..." She frowned and moved up to Enzek. If it'd get the party to move on quicker she'd indulge them though. She gripped each ball, taking her turn with a lack of expression. She did not expect to win.
Aeter (DM):
That's like three Lance Armstrongs.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
« 1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »« 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 »« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 »
Enzek:
"Darn! I suppose your forte is in more sharper implements."
Aeter (DM):
Tia very half-heartedly flung those targets and not only missed but struck the side of the nearby building with her second throw. That's what happens when you don't expect to win!
Castellan:
Castellan blinked as she threw each. "Are you upset, Miss Tia? Did you trip or something?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Yep. My harlot friends would be so disappointed. Moving on now, yes?" she said as she turned to leave the booth. She wasn't mad, she was indifferent.
Enzek:
"Yeah, I s'pose. Wonder what else is going on here."
Castellan:
Castellan nodded politely to the stallkeeper as they moved on. He followed whoever took the initiative, yawning softly.
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia lead them on, mistakenly passing by the logic booth. Of course. And as soon as she did she just knew her gnome friend would have to try it out.
Enzek:
www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0428.html
Enzek:
Haley and Tia are quite similar now that I think about it.
Aeter (DM):
Unfortunately, the games and excitement were broken by a rapidly approaching armored form. Enzek would recognize him instantly; "Argios the Red" was one of the highest level paladins of St. Cuthbert that served in defense of the Cathedral itself, providing sermons and training new Paladins. He was rarely seen outside of the Cathedral walls, but it seemed this was rather important as he approached the group at a rather smooth clip. He was a strong set man, easily past his fifties as formerly sleek black hair had mostly become grey over the years.
Argios the Red:
"Brother Enzek." He spoke up quickly towards Enzek, though he gave a smile and a nod to Castellan and Tia as well. "Master Castellan. Lady Erialistia. Greetings." He turned his attention back to Enzek soon after. "Sister Jenya requests your presence. She says it is urgent and that you should come with me, should you be able."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"Is it danger?!" Tia asked a bit too eagerly for someone trying to avoid the fame. She loomed over Enzek's pintsize shoulder awaiting the response, and ready to invite herself along.
* Enzek bows to Argios. "Of course, of course!" he turns to his comrades, then back to Argios. "Are my friends here allowed to accompany us as well?"
Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Aeter (DM):
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Castellan:
"Lord-Knight," Castellan greeted politely.
Argios the Red:
" She seemed very insistant. And, yes. She specifically wished for the company of your companions."
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
Tia wandered off towards the intended destination without waiting for them, she had her excuse or so she hoped.
Enzek:
"Ah, excellent!" he says, turning to his companions. "Looks like our infamy as a group is growing together, eh eh? Shall we go with Lord Argios here?"
Erialistia "Tia" Culnamo:
"I don't think you're using that word right, but I could be wrong..."
* Enzek meant to use the word "infamy" in a more jesting tone.
Castellan:
"Miss Tia!" Castellan called after, beginning to follow her as the Cuthberters came up the rear.
Aeter (DM):
The group moved through the streets and approached the Church of St.Cuthbert. The martial-looking white marble walls stood stark against the otherwise dark buildings of black stone that flank it on Obsidian Avenue. The strong white marble statues that flanked the heavy oaken doors stared on, and the words "Within Law Lives Hope" above the door seemed freshly shined; and likely Tia had arrived long before the rest of them. The group was led through to a side room, worshippers and acolytes looking on worriedly. Within the room, Jenya Urikas paced back and forth quickly, quite obviously in a state of panic. Once the group was within, the door was closed behind them.
Castellan:
blue cheese walls* ))
Jenya Urikas:
"Thanks be to the Cudgel, you have arrived. I have an urgent matter, and I frankly do not currently have anyone else to approach with it."
Jenya Urikas:
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Castellan:
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* Enzek approaches Jenya and gives her a respectful bow. "Praise be to the Cudgel. I am always at your service. What has happened that calls for such urgency?"
Jenya Urikas:
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Jenya Urikas:
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Castellan:
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Castellan:
Castellan seemed more at ease in the Temple of Saint Cuthbert than, say, the halls of Kord or Pelor. In law was stability, something deeply rooted in Jasite doctrine as well. He was a clear stick-out to the other acolytes as they were led inside, though no doubt familiar to some from previous visits to assist Jenya. "Lady Jenya," He greeted as they were led into her ready room.
Erialistia:
Tia offered a nod, and if you listened closely, even a grunt. She otherwise stood off to the side, only pulling her hood down now that they were in a secure room away from fans.
Jenya Urikas:
" I have recieved a disturbing message from Sarcem Delasharn, our high priest." She moved swiftly across the room towards the group, holding out the parchment. "I do not know what to do. This Sending was sent to me, and I wrote down the mesage and the reply as soon as I was able. I wished to say 'have faith' but... Curses to all Unjust, I should have planned this better...!"
* Enzek accepts the parchment, his face turning to one of deep concern. He holds the parchment out a little for his party peek in on if they wished.
Erialistia:
Tia peered over Enzek's shoulder to read the letter and quirked a brow, finding the woman to be the quite daft.
Enzek:
"Hrm, the high priest. This isn't good! We gotta get to the Lucky Monkey immediately!"
Castellan:
Castellan would take the most immediate opportunity to read the scrap of parchment himself, once Enzek was finished with it.
Erialistia:
"What is the Lucky Monkey? Where is it?"
Jenya Urikas:
" The Lucky Monkey is a roadside tavern about a day's ride northwest of Cauldron. It's a convenient rest stop for travelers on the northwest road, and a popular place with the local lumberjacks. I can provide a map if you would like."
Erialistia:
"Yes. A map would be good," she insisted though no longer seemed to be in any hurry. A day's ride? He was likely dead before she asked for him to send another letter back. Mortally wounded typically required more than a band aid.
Erialistia:
"Also where is the nearest place to rent an ass?"
Jenya Urikas:
" I can provide you with riding mounts that can take you there. "
* Enzek shakes his head in disagreement. "I wouldn't underestimate the strength of the High Priest himself. I wager if we can get to him quickly enough, he'll be all right."
Erialistia:
"Thats what they all say," she mumbled to herself. Her throat was cleared promptly after, "Thank you. Can one of your men show me to them? I'll prepare them while these two work out the plan."
Castellan:
"Dire news, indeed." Castellan said. "Taker preserve him," He murmured, more to himself than the others. As Tia inferred, he was likely dead already. Apemen? Anything like that in local folklore? Kn: L « 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »
Enzek:
K: Local « 1d20+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 »
Aeter (DM):
Castellan has no clue about ape men. Neither does Enzek.
Jenya Urikas:
" Is there anything else you would like to know...?"
Erialistia:
Tia was usually the first to ask about pay, but this time she shook her head no and lingered near the door.
Castellan:
"These wands... are they the wands for the floods?"
Enzek:
"The wands referred to on the note are the water controlling ones for the festival, right?"
Jenya Urikas:
" ... Yes. Father Sarcem purchased eight wands during his trip to Sasserine. Since the flood seasons have been minor over the last several years, the other three churches have... lost interest in providing the time and effort to build wands this year." She looked diplomatically over to Castellan, though her stress was obviously quite tense. "It is *vital* that the wands get back to Cauldron before the flood season starts, or many, many lives could be lost."
Erialistia:
"The horses?" Tia asked again, waiting to be shown to them. She seemed in more of a rush than usual.
Enzek:
"And that, of course, is something we'd like to avoid!" he turns to his companions. "Shall we prepare to go?"
Jenya Urikas:
"Brother Argios will show you to the stables. Also... here." The high priestess was quick to step towards a locked cabinet, drawing forth a key from her robe to unlock it. Three vials were procured, each stamped with the holy symbol of St. Cuthbert and very orderly marked as potions of health II -- Or, in our terms, potions of Cure Moderate Wounds. "Take these, should they help. I wish I could provide more. I will speak to the commander of the Guard and see if a patrol might be set out to the Lucky Monkey as well, but... it may take time, with the Flood Festival beginning."
Castellan:
Castellan's brow twitches slightly, the only indication at his ire over the passive aggressive jab from the Cuthberter. "Respectully, Lady Jenya, while Kord's ilk have squandered their resources with athletic games, and while Pelor's following has dwindled, the Stern Lady's faithful have the solemn and ceaseless duty of preparing Cauldron's departed for their final rest. Perhaps it is not a lack of interest, moreso than a lack of time or resources, mn? Nonetheless, I will speak to the High Priestess about preparations for next season. I am certain those wands will be in safe hands, but for now, we do have to reclaim those your brethren misplaced. We shall be swift." Castellan gave her an equally 'diplomatic' look, taking a polite bow as he turned to join the others.
Jenya Urikas:
"As you say, Master Castellan. I apologize for any insult. "
Castellan:
"You are right, in a way, My Lady - I look forward to a future where our two churches work in unison for the good of Cauldron, as they had once in years past." He smiled politely. "Perhaps these days will lay the foundations for a closer relationship of that nature."
Erialistia:
Tia took the vials, tossing them carefully into her Handy Haversack. She eyed Brother Argios and gave a nod towards the door, opening it to see her way out. She wanted to get on the road, not because of the man's health as she as sure he was lost, though maybe in part because of the wands. Her people were the ones that always died.
* Enzek accepts the potions, intending to pass them out to Castellan and Tia. "Thank you for your assistance. We'll do everything we can to bring our brother home."
Argios the Red:
With the door opened again and the group heading off, he helped then off towards the stables where non-magical chargers were kept. Three simple but perfectly healthy riding horses were offered to the group.
Erialistia:
(My horse has a sticky horse shoe!)
Erialistia:
(It keeps going to the left!)