DM Jan Monday January 7th, 2002 8:55:54 PM
Six months have passed, and life on the Fence Level of the Floating City continues. However, change is in the air it seems. From notices posted in the higher levels, it appears that political connections have perhaps been strained and even fractured between the City, and Plateau City at the shoreline. The prices of some foods are driven up, as the uncertainty continues, as trade routes and practices have to be changed. The black market for certain goods flourishes. Talk of the Gods centers around the continued instability of the two factions of Caeroldra - particularly the Hands of Love, who appear to be approaching their form of worship in a rather brutal manner (although the group already know this to be true after their last encounter). There is layer upon layer of gossip, filtering down from the upper levels continually. Most of it does not affect those living below. Life has to go on after all. However, one piece of news appears to trouble Flaust more than any other. According to one of the turtle sailors, there is man currently in Plateau City, an important man, who is denouncing all the city rulers as dragons in disguise, out to enslave everyone. The man's name is A'tath, and he is due to visit the Floating City in the next day or so and make similar claims. The sailor says the 'everyone' in Plateau City are going crazy, and that people are starting to panic. Anyone with any remote dragon connection whatsoever is being victimized .
The truth of all these rumours is debatable, but someone from one of the underground thieves guilds says that A'tath is real enough, and has accused Ackard the thieves Guildmaster in Plateau City of being a dragon, along with a lot more 'higher-ups'. Apparently this A'tath man had some kind of device, which could point out anyone with dragon ancestry within 100 paces and 'smite them down'. He didn't know about people going crazy over there though, but he reckoned that dragon people ought to watch out all the same. No way he was going to be a slave to anyone.
Flaust calls a secret meeting of the elder orphans. One of the younger children - Thyst - has dragon blood, and Flaust is worried about his safety. The boy is small, dark haired and unassuming (to the point that you all knew him, but never really paid him much attention), he looks completely human, but he wears a strange circlet around his neck. Without it, Flaust know that his appearance would change dramatically. She has arranged for someone to take him away to somewhere safe, until everything has settled down. She wants the group to sneak the child down to the docks and hand him over to a man named Darko. "We have to do this quickly," she pleads, "before word gets around. Do you have any questions?"
Miranna and Weasel Tuesday January 8th, 2002 1:06:51 AM
"Just one, Flaust," Miranna says. "How can we be sure of Darko's identity? Will Thyst really be safe with him?"
If nobody else has questions, Miranna will arm herself as usual and leave with the group. She lets her Weasel run about 200 ft ahead, to warn them of any potential trouble. Naturally, the Weasel will try to remain unseen.
Tiree Tuesday January 8th, 2002 2:30:02 AM
Tiree accepts that they have to send one of the children away, but she is hesitant about it.
"How will recognize this Darko? And where are we supposed to meet him?"
Syr Tuesday January 8th, 2002 4:21:28 AM
Syr nods as the others ask their questions. After hearing the answers, he moves to find Thyst.
Finding him playing outside with Becky, he pulls him aside and carefully explains that he will be going on a special 'vacation' for a short time. Seeing the boy smile, he stands, tossles his hair, and holds out a hand for the boy to take.
Jezebella Tuesday January 8th, 2002 7:25:27 AM
Jezebella listens to Flaust's short tale of the boy, and when she prompts for questions...
"Is he expecting us shortly? How long will he wait? Are you expecting any sort of other trouble.. sending us all along? Does Thyst need some travelling money....? We have some saved he can have, if so..."
Jez blushes.. her storm of questions known to Flaust. She waits for the 'Slow down, girl!' that usually cuts her off.
She will gather up her things, including of course her daggers, and make ready to escort the boy.
Drew Tuesday January 8th, 2002 11:11:13 AM
After escaping with Becky and making sure she is safe Drew runs down to the edge of the city and tosses the two masks into the depths of the lake.
Latter....
Drew has no questions and prepares to escort his small brother to the Docks.
Eljer Tuesday January 8th, 2002 5:14:34 PM
Eljer listens intently and nods.
"I have but one question, Madam Flaust-do you desire that I go, or that I stay?"
Plink Tuesday January 8th, 2002 5:53:14 PM
Plink, rather understanding that a minority faces, is happy to help lead Thyst to safety. Plink, being a half-elf, has faced such mockery in his life, but not nearly the brutal treatment those with dragon blood face. He acknowledges the problem for what it is, and sheathes his rapier, and with a quick nod to the rest of the group, plops on his floppy, brimless hat and gathers his flute in hand, ready to leave.
DM Jan Tuesday January 8th, 2002 7:07:07 PM
"Ah yes," says Flaust. "Darko. You won't be able to miss him. He always wears a large gold earring in his left ear, and has a single, plaited braid of black hair that runs below his waist. He'll be waiting at the docks. His boat's sails are red. There is also a password. When you reach him you must tell him - 'It is time to fly'. His reply should be - 'My boat shall be your wings.' "
Syr finds the little boy outside, who seems quite excited to be going on some kind of adventure, gripping his hand quite strongly.
Flaust smiles at Jez's enthusiasm. "I'm hoping you won't meet any trouble, but please. I want you all to be careful. The docks aren't the safest of places at the best of times, and is getting late. If you do have anything to spare the boy, then by all means. Maybe spare clothing would be better than money. Money is so easily stolen. Eljer, would you accompany them, please? They might need you."
It is late afternoon, and daylight is beginning to dim through it's usual portals from the outside.
((Marching order please, folks))
Miranna and Weasel Tuesday January 8th, 2002 9:22:54 PM
[We need a marching order? I thought we just walk in a tangled mass as always. :P If we need a marching order, we need a leader. Miranna doesn't care who leads, as long as it's not her. Whatever the marching order, she'll let her Weasel run about 200 ft ahead (unseen) of the group.]
If no leader steps forward, Miranna will keep roughly in the centre of the group, alert for any communication from her Weasel.
Jezebella d20+7=13 d20+5=13 d20+5=15 Wednesday January 9th, 2002 7:10:32 AM
Jez, as always, keeps to one side of the group as they travel... keeping on the shaded side of the street. She sometimes moves slightly ahead of the group (not more then 100 feet) to watch for trouble. When she does that, she always stops, feigning interest in a shop window, or merchants stall, or architectural wonder... to let the group catch back up. She always keeps her eyes open, and her ears sharp. (13 hide, 13 spot, 15 listen)
[I nominate the weasel as the leader! Grubs and broadswords for everyone! *chirrup!*]
Drew Wednesday January 9th, 2002 9:06:22 AM
Drew sits in a marching order in the spot where the most weakness is, or the most protection is needed. This time it would be next to the small boy they are escorting.
Polaris Wednesday January 9th, 2002 9:51:08 PM
Polaris grins as she goes to the back of the line where she holds up best. Although she is small, she has a watchful eye for anything that might be following beside or even behind the pack. She skips in her usual step with a slyish grin on her face. Adventures have always been great fun.
(((I agree! The weasel will be a great lead for us!)))
Tiree Wednesday January 9th, 2002 10:03:01 PM
Tiree memorizes the code words and description of Darko. Moving forward, she takes a in the front of the group. Keeping her own eye out for trouble and an eye on Jez to see if she has trouble, she leave Thyst to the others to watch. She does her best to set a quick pace without seeming to be in a hurry.
Eljer d20+5=20 d20+3=13 Thursday January 10th, 2002 11:17:04 AM
Keeping a keen eye and ear out, Eljer follows along with the group beside Drew and Thyst
Listen Roll 20 Spot Roll 13
OOC: Ok, maybe the ear's not so keen.,
Syr Thursday January 10th, 2002 11:53:38 AM
The elf moves into line behind Tiree. Syr seems almost too casual as if out on a stroll on a carefree day.
DM Jan Thursday January 10th, 2002 5:52:50 PM
The group sets off, with Miranna's weasel skittering on ahead. Young Thyst keeps asking - "Where are we going? Are we there yet?"
The streets are beginning to darken as the sun sets beyond the City, and folks seem to be in a hurry to get home. At the corner of one street, two robed men are pasting a poster to a wall. The poster reads - CELEBRATE AT YOUR LOCAL TEMPLE OF ALEMI AND WELCOME OUR BRETHREN FORMER BLESSED WORSHIPPERS OF DOMI
SERVICES TWICE DAILY
As they scout, Tiree and Jez see nothing too unusual, as the rest of the group stays around their young charge.
A few streets later, the buildings cluster together, making every alley a dark one, and distant bells and shouts can be heard, telling the group that the docks are quite near.
Suddenly - Miranna's weasel comes running back like the hounds of hell are after it.
((Listen check, everyone please))
Plink d20+6=13 Thursday January 10th, 2002 6:42:54 PM
Plink, seeing the weasel running like the dickens, heads forward to step close to Tiree. He might have elven blood in him, but sometimes his human half shows forth; he doesn't always notice things as a full elf would. Stepping forward, he almost wonders if he hears something, but isn't sure.
(Listen 13)
Eljer d20+5=20 Thursday January 10th, 2002 7:14:42 PM
At the sight of the weasel, Eljer furrows his brow in concern and listens as close as he can to the sounds of the city night.
Listen Roll 20
OOC: Little keener that time:)
Tiree d20+3=22 d20+3=18 Thursday January 10th, 2002 7:23:56 PM
Tiree stops the group when she sees the weasel running toward them. She strains her ears to see if she can figure out what is chasing the poor thing, if anything is (Listen 22). She also strains her eyes to see if she can make anything out (Spot 18).
Miranna and Weasel d20=9 Thursday January 10th, 2002 8:34:27 PM
Miranna stoops to let her Weasel run up her left arm, then straightens while patting it soothingly. What is the matter, Weasel? What have you seen? She asks silently through the mental link with her familiar, somewhat disturbed by the fact that her Weasel had not given her any warning before running back.
At the same time, her ears strain for any sounds coming from ahead. (Listen 9+7=16, with +2 for familiar within arm's reach.)
Jezebella d20+5=17 d20+5=13 d20+7=8 Thursday January 10th, 2002 10:49:23 PM
Jezebella palms her daggers from the shadows, watching the little animal run to her Mistress.
(listen 17, spot 13, hide 8)
Drew d20+4=6 Friday January 11th, 2002 10:21:11 AM
Drew keeps walking along protecting the boy hearing nothing.
Syr d20+3=20 Friday January 11th, 2002 12:47:22 PM
Syr comes to a stop and centers himself in the street when he sees Tiree hold the group up. With one hand on his axe, he drops to a knee and listens (20). He quickly uses his elven eyesight to scan the rooftops and nearby alleys for any signs of movement.
DM Jan Friday January 11th, 2002 10:59:05 PM
Alerted by the rapid return of the weasel, Eljer, Tiree, Miranna, Jez and Syr hear some slight clattering coming from the rooftop to the right. Even Plink's 'spidey' sense is tingling.
Miranna just has time to discern from her weasel the following - 'people' - before a tiny, but nasty looking arrow shoots down, brushing past Polaris's hair, who was at the rear of the party, before clattering to the paving stones.
Thyst grabs hold of Drew's leg in fear.
Jezebella Sunday January 13th, 2002 7:38:00 PM
The gypsy girl scans the rooftops, in the direction she heard that clatter from. If she spots the sniper, she will run to find an entrance to that building.
Plink d20+7=25 Sunday January 13th, 2002 7:55:59 PM
Plink's head turns, almost in synchronization with Jez's, his keen eyes scanning to see where the shot came from. He crouches down, trying to provide himself some cover from any more range attacks that could be coming. His right hand strays and pulls forth his rapier, his left reaching into his pack and extracting his flute in anticipation of what might happen. (Spot 25)
Syr Monday January 14th, 2002 1:21:48 AM
Syr ducks out of reflex as the arrow hits the ground nearby. Without sparing a glance upward, he pulls forth his axe and rushes to meet the threat in front of the party. "I'm not waiting around to get feathers sprouting from my back."
Drew Monday January 14th, 2002 9:54:19 AM
Drew looks around and protects the boy from any attack.
Miranna d20+7=15 Monday January 14th, 2002 10:14:38 AM
Miranna looks up at the rooftop (Spot 15). If she can see the attackers, she casts a Grease spell on the roof under them (covering 10 ft square, Reflex save vs DC 14). If not, she casts Obscuring Mist (spreading 30 ft outwards, 20 ft high).
Eljer d20+3=13 d20+5=25 Monday January 14th, 2002 4:58:43 PM
Eljer crouches to make himself even less of a target and aims his crossbow up toward the roof, looking for a target. If he finds one, he lets a bolt fly.
Spot Roll 13 Attack Roll 25
OOC: Guessing I don't see anything. Damn shame too 'cause I'll wager that is a palpable hit!
Tiree d20+3=16 Monday January 14th, 2002 5:03:14 PM
Tiree lets the others move toward the attacker. She motions to Drew, Thyst, and the others and moves to cover. She looks for someplace that cannot readily be seen from the rooftops but can be well defended if someone comes at them from the ground. (Spot 16)
DM Jan Monday January 14th, 2002 5:48:20 PM
The arrow draws everyone's attention in one way or another, and those looking up can see a hulking shape on the roof top on the right.
Eljer's bolt flies, and a sharp "Owww!" is heard, then - as Miranna's grease spell takes effect - the shape slides and falls, landing on the street behind the group. Whoever it was - doesn't move.
Jez finds a door to the building, but it's firmly locked. Tiree frantically looks for a safer spot as Plink draws his sword, and Drew stands guard over the boy Thyst. Not much in the way of over from rooftops, though. The party is in a narrow alley which curves to the left ahead of them.
Having run up to the front, axe in hand - Syr is the first to see them, coming toward the group from around the corner ahead.
"Hold it right there!" yells a voice. "Give us the kid, and no one gets hurt! He's coming with us to Plateau City!"
There're six of them - all human, teenagers, five male, one female. They look like the typical rogues to be found anywhere on this level, possibly guild apprentices.
Polaris Monday January 14th, 2002 6:59:48 PM
Polaris pulls out her bow and arms herself. She knows that if she needs to her running and far aim skills are the best for the situation.
Tiree Monday January 14th, 2002 7:25:19 PM
Tiree moves back toward Thyst while drawing her rapier.
"He's not yours! He is going nowhere with you!"
Plink 2d4(2+3)=5 Monday January 14th, 2002 8:12:37 PM
Plink, before negotiations can be made, attempts to eliminate as many of the threat as possible-at least, temporarily. With a quick tongue and a musical humming that fringes upon the amazing, arcane words string themselves together in a form of lullaby.
(Sleep spell centered in the center of them, affecting 5 hit dice worth of people, lowest hit die first)
Miranna d6=1 2d4(1+1)=2 d4=4 Monday January 14th, 2002 10:15:31 PM
Miranna frowns at the six humans, then as Plink starts his incantantations, she decides to add a spell of her own. Throwing a handful of colored sand into the air, she utters, "Coriius inri maesta!" A vivid cone of clashing colors extends from her hand to the six.
(Color Spray in 30' cone, affects 1 only!! Up to 2 HD: unconscious for 2d4=2 rnds, then blinded for d4=4 rnds, then stunned for 1 rnd. 3-4 HD: blinded for 4 rnds then stunned.)
Miranna (Addendum) Monday January 14th, 2002 10:17:46 PM
(Forgot to mention: Will save vs DC 16 to negate effects.)
Jezebella Monday January 14th, 2002 10:22:42 PM
Jezebella attempts to clear her mind, watching the approaching thugs... she summons forth the arcane knowledge Miranna has been teaching her... soft elvish rolls from her tongue, as she murmurs the incantation. A shimmer surrounds her, a brief outline of armor seen for a moment, as she moves toward her friends to stand with them.
Jezebella (addendum) Monday January 14th, 2002 10:25:52 PM
(mage armor on self.)
Syr d20+6=11 Tuesday January 15th, 2002 2:54:35 AM
Syr sees the teenager's and immediately decides that there is only one thing they will listen to. He makes a feeble swipe with his axe (attack 11) in an effort to keep the youths at bay.
Drew d20+7=25 d20+7=24 d12+5=15 Tuesday January 15th, 2002 10:48:49 AM
Drew grits his teeth and growls. Then speaks to the boy.
"Brother Thyst no matter what happens you stick right by me, let me know where you are at all times. I am your brother and as long as I live no harm will come to you, understand? If the need comes climb up on my back and we will run." Then he draws his axe and bellows to thoes that can hear him. "This boy is my brother and if any of you even think about touching him, know this I will die to save him but on the way I will take many of you with me. I am Death's warrior and will send you to him, this I swear."
Drew is holding his attack until someone approaches and then he will attack.
(Intimidate 25) (held attack hits AC 24 for 15 damage)
OOC: I think I'm missing some experience, what level is everyone else?
Scott OOC:still 2nd level Tuesday January 15th, 2002 11:09:46 AM
and I do a bit of adventuring in RWI :)
Miranna (OOC) Tuesday January 15th, 2002 8:08:38 PM
(Miranna is level 2 as well. I'm trying to get her to 3 by adventuring in the RWI.)
DM Jan d20+3=14 d6+1=7 d20+3=4 d20+3=9 d20+3=19 d6+2=8 Tuesday January 15th, 2002 9:38:50 PM
Chaos happens.
As Tiree, Polaris, Jezebella, and Eljer get ready for battle, Plink drops one of the rogues, and Miranna's spray causes one to stagger back, blinded.
Syr swings with his axe at what looks like the leader of the group, who sucks in his stomach and misses getting sliced.
"Get 'em!!" he yells, clearly none too pleased.
Drew's threats and promises appeared to have the desired effect for the moment, as the remaining four attack the group - avoiding the enraged half-orc like the plague. Better to go for the seemingly easier target.
The leader's short sword, slashes viciously toward Syr. ((Hits DC 14 for 7))
Rogues 1, 2 and 3 go for Tiree, Plink and Miranna respectively. 1 and 2 swing wildly, but the third seems to have more idea as he lunges at Miranna. ((DC19 for 8))
the one at the back, who fell off the roof, is beginning to get to his feet.
Miranna and Weasel d20+5=16 Tuesday January 15th, 2002 11:10:50 PM
Miranna has no time even to gasp with pain before she falls, blood spurting furiously from the open wound on her chest (HP=0/8). She is vaguely aware of the battle raging around her as she struggles on the brink of consciousness.
The Weasel deftly jumps from her arm just before she hits the ground. Enraged by the fall of its mistress, it launches herself at Rogue #3. (Hits AC 16 for 1 dmg, attach if successful)
Syr (AC 18) d20+6=22 d12+4=12 Wednesday January 16th, 2002 3:00:01 AM
Syr dodges quickly to the side as the leader's short sword goes sweeping past. As he steps to the side he brings his axe up high and slams it into the leader's shoulder. The blade bites deeply (hit ac 22 for 12 points) as he grunts from the force of the blow.
Seeing Miranna fall, he pushes his assault, trying to go for a quick kill. Over his shoulder he shouts, "Eljer! Can you check on Miranna now???"
Jezebella d20+2=19 d20+2=10 d4+1=2 d4+1=5 Wednesday January 16th, 2002 7:51:35 AM
Jezebella roars in rage and fear as Miranna falls, spinning toward the thug that brought her down. (hitting AC 19 for a whopping 2, ac 10 for 5)
Plink d20+3=20 d20+2=10 d6+2=5 d6+2=7 Wednesday January 16th, 2002 8:31:47 AM
Plink, rapier in hand and realizing that this encounter just got considerably more deadly, attempts a riposte at his current foe. With a firm grip on the hilt of his sword and a snap of his wrist, he sends the sword straight at the gut of his aggressor.
(Hopeful hit AC 20) (whoops on the second d20 roll, was supposed to be a d6!) (5 damage)
Drew d20+3=16 d20+7=23 d12+5=10 d20+7=27 Wednesday January 16th, 2002 10:48:55 AM
Drew continues to guard the young Thyst, growling and threatening. He begins to see the pattern. (Spot 16) "Polaris--arrows at Syr's combatant. Let him see death proper. Tiree, Plink cover Miranna--the man standing over her doesn't leave this alley alive."
Holding attack until anyone comes near... (Hit AC 23, Dam 10) (Intimidate 27 Critical Success)
Miranna Thursday January 17th, 2002 4:11:06 AM
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voiceless image of fear and rage pushes through the fog of pain that threatens to drown her consciousness. Weasel. The fallen elf clings desperately onto the link with her familiar, drawing strength from it...
With a great effort, Miranna rouses herself enough to feel feebly in her belt pouch for a potion.
[OOC: HP=0 should allow a partial action, which Miranna hasn't taken this round. I thought it'd be more dramatic to have somebody else bend over her worriedly, but everyone seems occupied. :(]
Polaris d20+6=17 d6=6 Thursday January 17th, 2002 10:08:57 AM
Polaris aims her bow and shoots for Syr's attacker. (Hit AC 17 for 6 damage)
DM Jan d20+3=19 d20+3=20 d6+1=4 d6+1=2 Thursday January 17th, 2002 11:19:59 AM
As Miranna falls to the ground bleeding, the enraged weasel leaps on her attacker, sinking its teeth in.
Syr responds quickly, slamming his axe into the leader who yelps in pain and staggers back. He then goes down as an arrow from Polaris strikes him. That leaves Syr free.
Plink's rapier digs sharply into Rogue 2.
Jezebella runs to Miranna's aid and connects with her blade on Rogue 3.
Rogue 1, seeing his leader fall, and somewhat intimidated by the half orc command center that is Drew, turns and runs. So does the rogue who fell off the roof.
This leaves just two rogues, presumably brave enough to think they can carry this off, or too stupid to realise they can't.
Rogue 2 slices into Plink for 4 dam with his short sword, and weasel-clad Rogue 3 turns on the attacking Jezebella, slicing for 2 dam.
Miranna manages to get a potion out of her pouch but then falls unconscious as her bleeding continues. (Now at -1)
( Tiree and Eljer? I held off overnight so you could get your knocks in. Can't wait forever though.)
Plink d20+3=23 d20+3=5 d6+2=6 Thursday January 17th, 2002 4:32:07 PM
Plink grimaces in pain as the short sword bites into his flesh, and spits out a foul taunt, "To each his own, scoundrel." With that, he thrusts his blade straight toward the opponents thigh, hoping to pierce it enough to eliminate this foe.
(Critical threat but no crit, for 6 damage)
Weasel (Attached) Thursday January 17th, 2002 7:56:13 PM
The Weasel heard her mistress's feeble call and then - nothing. It cannot sense its mistress any more. With a viciousness it didn't know it possessed, it sinks its teeth deeper into the bad man-thing that had hurt the mistress. (Attached, automatic hit for 1 dmg.)
Polaris d20+6=16 d6=5 Thursday January 17th, 2002 8:13:50 PM
Polaris, seeing Jezebella in trouble turns her bow in that direction, launching it towards her attacker (AC 16 for 5 damage) She aims lower on his body as to not hit the Weasel. After, she runs to Miranna's aid.
Eljer d8+2=3 Thursday January 17th, 2002 8:38:06 PM
Eljer quickly runs over to Miranna and hastely begins to pray, letting the power of Ffloy flow through his body to heal her wounds.
Cast cure light wounds. Three points recovered.
OOC: Sorry all, Aleyna and I were out of town from Monday night until late Wednesday night and forgot to leave word.
Jezebella d20+2=13 d20+2=7 d4+1=2 d4+1=5 Thursday January 17th, 2002 8:59:33 PM
Jezebella's dervishlike onslaught continues against the monster that brought down her beloved sister... the flashing knives almost shine as brightly as her savage eyes. She ignores her wound, although it seems to knock her dance slightly off-balance. (hit ac 13 for 2, ac 7 for 5)
Tiree d20+4=5 Thursday January 17th, 2002 9:14:26 PM
Tiree moves toward Miranna and the attacker currently facing Jez. She moves to the backside of him (flank) and strikes quickly with her rapier (att BOTCH!!).
Anthony Thursday January 17th, 2002 9:48:38 PM
OOC: Eljer we reroll ones in the Wold on healing spells. Just another added bonus for keeping all your gaming needs here in the wold.
Eljer d8+2=8 Friday January 18th, 2002 12:06:20 AM
OOC: Oh, OK....cool!
That's a little better. Miranna springs back up. BOINNNGGG!!!!!
Drew d20+7=23 Friday January 18th, 2002 10:46:57 AM
Drew picks up the young boy, his brother and yells at the last two thugs still there, using all his volume and voice.
"This is my brother and I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND BEFORE YOU EVER LAY ONE FINGER ON HIM!!!" Then quiet with total commitment in his voice, he adds, "Choose now, this is your last chance. Run or die."
(Intimidate 23)
DM Jan Friday January 18th, 2002 11:13:48 AM
The rogue who laid Miranna low starts to regret his actions, harried by the weasel, punctured by Polaris' arrow, and sliced with Jez's dagger. He falls, Tiree's deadly sword swishing past his head.
Plink bravely presses on against his own foe, his rapier painted red with rogue blood. It's just too much. After another bellow from Drew, the rogue turns and runs.
Eljer crouches beside the stricken Miranna and prays. Divine power flows, and in no time at all, Miranna is feeling much better.
Thyst is still clinging to Drew like a limpet. So far he's said nothing, simply stared in shock. But now he starts to sob quietly, asking - "Why did they do that? Why?"
It is nearing full dark, some of the group have nasty wounds and there are bodies everywhere. Surrounding doors in the alley are firmly shut. No one wants trouble here.
The docks are only a couple of streets away, and the quayside is fairly quiet - goods stowed away, sailors in the local taverns. A few guards peer curiously at a rag tag bunch of orphans and a half orc, but they don't seem a threat, and so aren't challenged.
Along the quay, between two turtle drawn cargo boats, is what looks like a small yacht. Its red sail is partially unfurled and flapping slightly. There appears to be one person aboard.
Drew Friday January 18th, 2002 2:24:42 PM
Drew holds the little boy and lets him sob and then pulls him away so that they can look into each other's eyes. "You deserve better than what I am about to say, your courage and bravery have earned you more than the truth but it is all I have. Your blood makes you a monster to some, as does me and mine. Some eyes will only ever be able to look at you with hate and malice. When they do though I want you to remember this, my eyes, I want you to remember what I say. You are my brother and I love you so much that I would have laid down my life today to save yours. These others would have done the same. Miranna almost did, but do not weep because she did. Look at her eyes and face. See she smiles. She smiles because she loves you that much that her life is our family. Remember, Thyst, remember and forever be happy and have a heart full of joy. You are loved beyond price." The Half Orc then puts the boy up on his shoulders for all to see and walks to the docks, with nothing but pride in his steps.
Eljer d20+3=7 d20+5=12 Friday January 18th, 2002 5:35:38 PM
Eljer falls in step behind Drew, moved by his impassioned speech. He continues to keep his eyes and ears peeled for any further trouble, crossbow at the ready.
Spot 7
Listen 12
However, he apparantly is walking a little too close behind Drew for that is all he seems to see.
Miranna and Weasel Friday January 18th, 2002 8:20:38 PM
With a soft moan, Miranna opens her eyes, and sees a few worried faces above her. Putting a hand on the bloody patch on her chest, she sits up gingerly. The overjoyed Weasel immediately leaps up on her shoulder and chatters in her ear. The elf blushes a little at having caused so much worry. "Thank you, Eljer, I think I am all right now."
Miranna stands and surveys the battlefield. More dead foes. More blood on their hands. She sighs. Thyst is asking, "Why did they do that? Why?" She wishes she knew.
Her mood lifts somewhat at Drew's speech. With a sad smile, she follows Drew down to the docks. The boat that Flaust described is there.
Once they have verified the identity of the person on board, Miranna gives Thyst a light kiss on the forehead and says goodbye. "Be strong, Thyst. Remember Drew's words."
Jezebella Friday January 18th, 2002 10:42:33 PM
Jezebella smiles with worried relief when Miranna arises... she puts her hand on Eljer's... another warm smile for him who saved her.
After she is helped to her feet, Jezebella follows her gaze to the battlefield. Perhaps her heart is hardened over the last few months since the god of courage died, or perhaps holding her friends' funds have put her in a more financial state of mind. She begins searching the bodies for anything valuable, quickly and efficiently. Her face is an unreadable mask, and she wipes her hands off on the ripped tunic of one of the thugs when she is through.
....
On their journey to the docks, her mask breaks when listening to Drew's words to Thyst. She hugs the boy, reinforcing the love Drew has expressed... and then hugs Drew after the boy is hoisted up onto his shoulders. She whispers to him, "It's good to have YOU as a brother too, Drew."
After a few minutes, Jez looks up at Thyst, with worried look on her face... she then whispers to Drew again. "I think he's enjoyed his ride, but people are obviously looking for him. I think it's best if he walk."
Tiree d20+6=19 d20+3=12 Saturday January 19th, 2002 4:23:55 AM
Tiree helps Jez look through the belongings on the rogues so they can get to the docks quickly (Search 19). On the way there, she puts up her rapier and pulls out her hand xbow. While walking, she loads a bolt and keeps her eyes peeled (Spot 12).
At the docks, Tiree sees the boat.
"Looks like we might have found our man." She begins to lead the little group toward the boat.
Polars Saturday January 19th, 2002 12:25:38 PM
Still in battle-mode, Polaris is quiet, but joins the group towards the boat to speak with the man.
Plink d20+5=22 Saturday January 19th, 2002 6:31:26 PM
After the adrenaline of battle passes away, Plink shakes his head and looks down at his rapier, crimson with the blood of his enemy. It becomes too much for him to bear. He may be quite a bit older than many of the group, but he's still a child, and he still has a child's mindset. Death still isn't one of the things he's come to grasps with, and he stays behind the group, a good 15 feet, as he moves, his head down, but his ears keen.
(Listen 22)
DM Jan Sunday January 20th, 2002 4:19:07 PM
Jez and Tiree's search of the bodies has resulted in acquisition of the following - 98 GP 120 SP 10 CP A leather pouch containing 3 pearls (100 GP each) +1 shortsword 4 non-magic shortswords 2 daggers
Darko is identified as passwords are exchanged, and he takes young Thyst aboard. The boy seems strengthened by Drew's speech, but is still tearful and reluctant to leave the group, who he considers as his only family. The braid-haired sailor shakes his head sorrowfully. "This is bad business," he says quietly. "When I left Plateau City, I heard they'd arrested Sturtavent and the head priest of the Alemi temple. It doesn't look good for them, unless someone over there tries to stop this madness. "Now don't you worry about the boy. He'll be safe with me."
He hands over a sack. "I found these floating around out there," he says. "You might as well have them." The sack contains two Caeroldra masks that look rather familiar.
As he ruffles Thyst's hair, the group notices that Darko appears to be wearing a circlet around his neck, fashioned in a similar design as the the one Thyst wears.
"I'm sorry you were set upon by thugs," he continues. "Flaust had to take some risks - talk to people who weren't altogether trustworthy. I guess word got out about the lad, and well - thank the stars you're all still standing."
He unties the boat. "They say even the Gods are at war these days. So you be careful now you hear?"
It isn't the happiest of partings. As the boat disappears out into the lake, the young dragon boy's sobs can be heard drifting back to shore.
Tonight seems to have taken it's toll on everyone. The fight was a nasty one - Miranna almost died, and the group had to be ruthless in protecting themselves. Plink seems particularly shaken.
Darko had said to be careful. Perhaps his advice should be well heeded, after all, the night isn't over yet....
((Sorry I had to wrap this one up quick, folks, but we have a timetable to keep up with. Excellent roleplaying, btw. really really really good.))
((Just for the next scene, you have a new DM - if it's who I think it is - you certainly won't be disappointed.))
Plink d20+7=22 d20+3=9 d20+3=13 Sunday January 20th, 2002 4:56:43 PM
(If unobstructed) Plink, his mind an array of discord, feels there's only one thing that can cheer him up: his music. He looks to the rest of the group, and says to them, "I'll be back. I'm going to go see if I can't make a little bit of money and soothe my sorrows."
If noone prevents his leaving, he heads to a fairly active part of the city, and pulls his flute out. Shortly thereafter, melodies are heard floating through the air, lightening the mood greatly.
After he's played for a while, Plink asks around, trying to gather general information about what's going on in the city, and particularly anything he can about Darko.
Jezebella Sunday January 20th, 2002 8:20:41 PM
Jezebella gives the boy another hug, blinking back tears. She stands, wearing a smile to demonstrate strength.
After he leaves, she allows the wearyness to show on her face. She takes the masks before Drew can lob them back out into the ocean, with a slight smile. She murmers in a flute like language, very fluid... some might recognise it as a woodelven dialect. She reasures him. "These masks arent magical, Drew.. we should be ok to keep them.. or sell them. Perhaps Caeroldra is rewarding us for clensing the corruption from her temple. But... this sword IS magical... who wants it?" She looks in awe for a moment at her lightly glowing bracers.
Miranna and Weasel Sunday January 20th, 2002 10:59:12 PM
Miranna smiles at Jezebella. "You have learnt well, little sister. Some day it will be my turn to learn from you." [Read: Miranna will want to copy some spells from Jez. :^) Btw, Miranna casts her spells in Draconic.]
Noticing Jezebella's gaze at her own bracers, Miranna says, "Jezebella, are your bracers magical? I saw you cast a spell of armor before the fight. To my knowledge, the magic from bracers and spell do not add. The stronger magic would suppress the other."
"Let us go back now. I will need to slip in by the back to change out of these bloody clothes."
Syr Monday January 21st, 2002 3:44:39 AM
Looking around at the carnage, Syr cleans his axe on the leader with a sad look on his face. Looking down at his axe, he fingers the nicks and scrapes carefully. Standing up, he rubs his temples softly and grimaces in pain.
Shaking his headache aside, the elf gathers up the swords and daggers saying, "I need to go see a smith today. How about I see what I can get for these?" Syr proceeds to tuck the non-magical swords and daggers into his belt and boots.
After giving the magical sword a few practice swings, he mutters to himself, "... good balance and heft..." He looks around and hands it to Polaris, "This seems to be your size."
Syr stands on the pier until the boat fades from sight. With a final wave to Thyst, he turns and heads back to the city.
Tiree d20+3=22 d20+3=6 Monday January 21st, 2002 9:15:16 AM
Tiree gives Thyst a hug before he goes and tells him how proud of him she is for being so brave. She turns quickly away not wanting to see the boat leave. Not trusting that those rogues who jumped them earlier, or some other group, might try again, Tiree keeps her eyes (Spot 22) and her ears (Listen 6) open on the way back to the orphanage.
"Sell the short swords, Syr, but let's keep the daggers. Those always come in handy. Jez and I can always use a few extras."
DM Carl: Priorities Monday January 21st, 2002 9:28:17 AM
Just as Plink is about to take his leave of the others, the group are stopped in their tracks by half heard words carried to them on the gentle sea breeze.
"...an' woe betide this stinkin' city if Alemi don't give in ta Marteaus' demands. What we have 'ere will give 'em all a BIG surprise! They's all gonna PAY!"
Brutish, malicious laughter is heard, and the source becomes apparent; four men, further down the quay are disembarking from what seems to be a Turtle-pulled boat. Between them they are manhandling two large wooden boxes. Then, failing to notice watching eyes, they head across the quay and vanish into the darkened fish market.
Before you can investigate further, however, TiTri arrives, a tiny elven lass often used by Flaust for running messages.
"There you are!", she cries, grabbing at Syr's hand and tugging. "Flaust has been lookin' everywhere for you lot! You're to come to the orphanage right now! Flaust said so!" She doesn't look like she's prepared to brook any refusal.
Indeed, something does seem to be going on; looking up at the city there seems an inordinate amount of activity given the lateness of the hour. Shouts and activity can be heard, and there is an indefinable buzz in the air...
You return to the orphanage as quickly as you are able, concerned that something is amiss. You find Flaust more excited than concerned however. She is rummaging in a chest, digging out an assortment of masks.
"Where have you been? Can't you feel it?" She babbles, eyes bright. "Here, you take this one, you can have that one..." And indeed, now she mentions it you can feel it, a curious tugging sensation way down inside... a need for a mask, a need to be heading for... the Floating City Arena?
Flaust hands out the following masks:
Drew: A mantis Miranna: A goat Eljer: A chequered black and white mask Tiree: A monkey Polaris: An umber hulk Plink: A sad mask with tears and a big droopy mouth Jez: A shark Syr: A goblin
And within a couple of hours the whole orphanage is masked and heading out into the city, joining the growing throng that wends its way towards the ever beckoning arena...
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