So then, once the orifice contracted, we went whoosh-

The Truthteller holds up a hand to stop Chandanar from going further.  Okay.  Yeah.  I get it.

The most surprising thing was how much it smelled like strawberry jam.

I hate you. The Truthteller looks at the rest of you, and gestures at your Cleric.  I hate him.  I really do.

Sial chuckles.  Well.  It seems you all survived your...'sojurn'.  So I take it that you can attest to their trial?

The Truthteller nods.  Yeah.  I mean, they earned it.

You are all standing on top of the cliff, hours after exiting the worm.  Chandanar was exaggerating parts of it.  But he was right about one thing:  there at the end...it really did smell like strawberry jam.

Sial claps his hands.  Well.  I must say I think you've all earned a bit of rest.  Allow me to handle your accommodations at least...

Soon he, or more accurately his chain demon, has set up a series of tents.  He's also managed to conjure up large jugs of warm water and a basket of good soap.  So at long last, you can bathe.

I coulda done that... Chandanar mutters.

Yes yes.  But you didn't, now did you?  At any rate, you've all earned an evening of leisure.  Please relax.  I will prepare some food. Sial nods with a smile and heads towards the camp fire.

The Truthteller looks you all over.  You survived the worm.  And I'll testify to that.  Now you can join the Sun Clan.  I'm not sure what information you're after from them.  But you've earned it.  But I gotta ask... He drops his voice.  Do you guys trust Sial?  I spent a little time talking to him while you guys were swallowed.  He's not exactly someone I'd wanna hang around with if ya know what I mean.

Even soap didn't seem enough for the half-orc, as he bathed himself thoroughly before applying his own magical attentions to himself. Prestidigitation removed the most stubborn bits, gunks, fungi, and smells from every article of clothing before he dabbed himself from his own bottle of cologne, certain he could still smell something before he finally settled down to enjoy the campsite.

Food, fire, and a member of the moon clan who'd speak of their tale. If nothing else, if all went to shit they had a tribe to settle down with out here. "Not particularly, still not even sure what he's after." He didn't seem to be an enemy at least and that was good enough for the half-orc...for now. "We met him in a temple and...say, any idea what this actually is?" pointing to the moon-like tattoo that had begun to glow on his head since he touched the stone there. "Does this make me a member of the Moon clan as well?"

In reply to Izzick (msg # 2):

The Truthteller peers at the stigmata and whistles.  Uhmmm...sorta.  It's a mark of favor in our religion.  You should feel some effect whenever you see the moon...

Since it's come up, Izzy, you get one additional spell of level 3 or less a day.  But you can only cast that extra spell when you are in direct moonlight.

A hot bath was something of a luxury for Zuni, and one that she fully intended to abuse.  It wasn't as though there was a lot of hot water on the ruined streets of Korvosa, and breaking into brothels to use the tub was always risky.  She peeled off her clothing and gave serious thought to burning the lot of it.  There was going to be no way that she was going to be able to wash the smell out.  Her armor she could clean, that was metal, but cloth and leather?

"Hey, I don't suppose that any of you have some spare clothes that I could borrow?" she called out, finishing putting on the only other outfit that she had packed.  The frilly entertainers dress was hardly the best choice of attire for traipsing around the countryside in.  Maybe the Sun Clan would have something that she could use.  They were going to be members after all, so wouldn't that extend to clothing.

Zuni emerged from the tent and stepped over to where Izzick and the Truthteller were talking.  "Talking about Sial?  I don't trust him.  Just haven't figured out what his angle is just yet.  What was that saying?  Keep your enemies closer than your friends?"

Selvin had dismissed his symbiotic pal Zac once they were back among with the Truthteller. He figured Zac would appreciate it since it would give him a chance to not be covered in....worm goo and juices. Selvin was appreciative that Zac had taken the brunt of the goo and juices for him and was easily 'cleaned'. Win-win.

He chuckled as Chandanar deliberately tried to gross out the Truthteller, who kind of deserved. He still wasn't sure what to make of Sial, though. The man was just...creepy and his motives were unclear. He shook his head at the Truthteller. "No." He didn't elaborate.

Selvin glanced at Zuni with a far-too-innocent smile. "Want me t'wash your back?" He was in the process of taking off his armor, which wasn't really all the involved as mostly just a light breastplate and shoulder guards made from lacquered leather plates bound together and fitted over a silk shirt. He stopped and nodded at Zuni. "Sure I guess."

He rummaged in his backpack and pulled out an explorer's outfit tunic. "I don't have a second pair of pants unfortunately, but the armor has a shirt as part of it." He pulled the breastplate off to reveal his bare torso, letting out a sigh of relief. "I just need t'cool down a bit."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 00:15, Fri 12 Apr 2019.

"Thanks.  Appreciate that."  Zuni replied, giving the Half-Elf a soft smile.



Zuni took the shirt and folded it over one forearm.  "Thanks.  It looks a little more durable than this dress, and a lot more material than that devil girl Sial has working him wears.  Even missing pants."  She stood watching the bare chested Selvin, not ashamed of taking in the sight.  "Summoning Zac takes that much out of you?"

Selvin's smile at her widened slightly when she smiled at him. But inside his thoughts started to whirl. Was she being serious? Was she taking him seriously? Was he flirting too much? Was he in the friendzone? Suddenly little doubts crept into his head. He was unsure of himself.

He shrugged it off and nodded to her. "Of course! Always happy t'help." To her question, he frowned slightly. "Some, but it's not just that. It..." He looked down, searching for the right words. "...bringin' him here, keepin' him here, healin' him with my own vitality, keepin' us both in sync, maneuverin' him but lettin' him have enough control t'be himself an' fight the best he can, that we can...it takes a LOT of effort, physical an' mental." He shrugged. "S'why I don't cast that many spells most o'the time or summon other creatures."

Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer,  Truthy says in response to Zuni. I ask because he doesn't seem very trustworthy. While you were gone he kept sending that naked chain freak he calls a girlfriend out like she was delivering messages. He didn't say much to me. But I kinda got the feeling that because I'm necessary, I was safe. He glances around. Glad you guys got back before he decided I wasn't necessary.

"Hold on." Zuni said, tearing her gaze away from Selvin at something their Truthteller had said.  "What do you mean she was out delivering messages?  Messages to whom?"

"Maybe we can finally figure out just what he's up to." A devil being sent to deliver messages wasn't the most unheard of thing - plenty of wizards kept imps and dredges around for just that. One woman he'd met from Cheliax had practically had a parade following her back in the Academae. But a chain devil was a step above and beyond, so clearly it was a message that needed to stay safe. "Perhaps, if we can catch her off guard, we can trap her. I've been considering some of my studies of magic diagrams and theoretically, if we could get her inside of one...we might be able to get some information out of her." If she'd been leaving his side that much, it might be their best chance to get an answer.

Truthy shrugs at Zuni's question. Like I was gonna ask him? Right after you guys left, he started drilling me about the various clans. Then he sits down and starts writing out this long letter. And off she goes. I watched from a safe distance. He shakes his head. I can tell you 9ne thing...whoever it is he worships...it ain't someone run a' the mill.

Yeah I picked up on that too, Chandanar stretches his arms over his head, yawns, and scratches his belly. He ain't no disciple of Asmodeus. That's for sure. He's just using that as a cover.

Selvin rolled his neck around a few times, back and forth, while the other talked, trying to work the kinks out of it. Then shook his head. "Hell with alla this." He let out a frustrated chuckle.

He walked straight towards Sial, stopping a few feet away. "Sial. Time t'tell the truth about who you really worship an' serve, an' who you sent the message or messages to while we were inside the worm. If we think you're lyin' t'us again, we kill you. Clear?"


22:21, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Intimidation.

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 12):

You find Sial reclining next to a cooking fire Selvin. He smiles as you approach, though that smile seems a trifle forced as you deliver your ultimatum.

Hmmm... he hmms. Well. I suppose it's about time we discuss these matters. Do you mind if we do it over dinner? The answer you are looking for isn't conveyable in a few sentences. And I believe some of you haven't had a chance to finish refreshing yourselves. We've had an agreeable enough truce up until now. For my side, I believe our interests coincide at least for a while longer. If after you hear me out, you wish to end the truce, well. We can discuss how to separate peacefully. I swear on my appetites...I will not make any moves against your group until I have heard your decision after dinner. Is that fair enough?

Forgot to mention: Know Religon rolls please. If you are a follower of Asmodeus, give yourself a +5 bonus. Thanks
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21:15, Today: Izzick rolled 2 using 1d20+1.  Knowledge Religion (Untrained).

Asmode-who?

Selvin gave a slow nod. "Of course we're willin' t'hear you out, Sial. We're not barbarians." He looked over at the Truthteller and smirked. "No offense." Clearly, he maybe meant a tiny bit of offense.

OOC: Can Chandanar Sense Motive him? That's not my strong suit.

19:33, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 15 using 1d20+6.  Knowledge Religion.
19:34, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 19 using 1d20+14.  Perception (any poison in that thar food?).
19:38, Today: Selvin Larst rolled 5 using 1d20+3.  Sense Motive on Sial.

Well, that was blunt, Zuni thought with a shake of her head.  It was probably her own damnable fault for flirting with Selvin and then appearing to brush him off when the topic turned to Sial.  Oh well, it was bound to happen sometime.  Could have waited until after my bath though.

Zuni walked over and stood near the fire, ready to listen.

OOC:
Knowledge Religion -> 12
Sense Motive -> 13

In reply to Izzick (msg # 14):

Selvin, you feel pretty confident the roast Sial has over the spit hasn't been tampered with.  You spot some meat juice on edge of his knife:  he was just tasting it to see if it was done.  He doesn't seem the type to poison himself carelessly.

The oath he took:  ...on my appetites sounds a little odd.  But it doesn't mean anything to any of you.  Chandanar however frowns.  You're swearing by your what?  Appetites?  Oh.  Wait.  Are you one of the Followers of Maw?

Sial smiles broadly.  The first genuine seeming smile you've yet seen from him.  And here I thought you were just a blithering idiot.

Chandanar sighs and seems to refuse to take the bait. About a...what?  Decade ago? There were rumors about a schism in the Church of Asmodeus.  It was kept pretty hush hush.  But the rumors went that some of the upper level clergy found a new patron.  No one really knows who.  But the new patron was planning some kind of coup.  Those who followed him...or her...left Chelaix.  Then, a year or so later, there was supposedly a new cult in town.  The Followers of Maw-

The Maw.  Get it right.

Yeah.  My apologies.  THE Maw.  Anyway.  They're supposedly hardcore pleasure seekers.  Their orgies put the decadence in decadence.  No one really knows who they bend their knees to.  But they supposedly are quite...uh...'active' while those knees are bent.

Sial barks a laugh.  Aren't you a hoot?  There's quite a few of those rumors which are utter balderdash.  He smirks.  But then again, there are a few of those rumors which are spot on.

In any event, yes.  I'm one of the Followers of The Maw.  So.  Why don't you all finish getting ready and we can talk more about the matters at hand over dinner. He glances at the roast.  I think we have one more hour until we're ready.

I'll give you guys a little time in case there's any other roleplaying ops you want to take.

Obviously none of you rolled high enough on the religion check.  Chandy got a natch, so he at least knew something.

We'll play a round of 20 questions with Sial starting tomorrow.  I'm going to keep it short so we can move on to the Sun Clan.

Also, I may be spotty in my posting Wednesday to Saturday.  May have to travel.

Let me know if there's questions.  Thanks folks.

Selvin's face twisted in to a frown. "...The Maw?" He gave an involuntary shiver. "After what we just went through? Yuck, is all I can say. Brings up bad memories." He shook his head. "I guess as long as he doesn't worship that one god....or what was the name, creepy god o'disease, gluttony an'...oh right, Urgathoa!" He shivered again. "So gross."

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 18):

Alright.  Let's get to masticating.

An hour and a half later, you are all gathered around the cooking fire. The roast is indeed excellent.  Sial had some Chelaxian herbs on him and the flavors of mint and lemon balm making the rich fatty meat as flavorful as any you've had.  The fact he's come up with a couple of bottles of nice wine don't hurt either.

Right.  So.  I guess I should begin.  Sial neatly wipes his mouth with a handkerchief and sets aside the wooden plate he was using.  I guess I should start where we first met.  As you may have surmised, I was not at that ruin by chance.  I had in fact done an augury about a week before.  And the augury told me that my best chances of meeting you were if I waited in that place.

Your efforts came to the attention of certain of our agents who are present in Korvosa.  The events going on there are of great interest to us.  Specifically, we are concerned about the change that has overcome the Queen.

He sips from his wine glass.  We believe she has come to be possessed.  This has interfered with some of our plans.  No, I will not be explaining what those plans were.  Suffice it to say, all that went the way of ashes once the Queen made her grab for power.

Now, we see an opportunity.  If we can assist in restoring order to Korvosa, we hope to be able to establish a base of operations there.  As He-Who-States-The-Obvious there...  He gestures at Chandanar, has mentioned, we are not exactly welcome in Chelaix. More wine anyone?

Questions for Mr. Sial thus far? Thanks

Zuni, freshly washed with the aid of Selvin, and dressed in his shirt, held out a cup towards Sial.  "I'll take some more of that." she said.  The guy might be creepy as hell but he had good manners.  The roast was fine as well, and Zuni partook generously of both.

after taking a sip, or three, Zuni asked her questions.  "I'd really like to know more about this whole hard core pleasure seeker bit because it doesn't sound all that bad.  I mean, orgies can't really be enough to get your lot kicked out of Cheliax.  But before we get to the nuances of The Maw, I want to know just what it is that makes you think that the queen is possessed?  What could do that?"

"To be fair, it's not exactly hard to guess I'm sure." Izzick said as he listened to the devil-worshiper's story. The ruins of the barbarian tribe had apparently been the cause of her downhill spiral. "And while I can't say I'm fond of your motives, I suppose we're already trying to stop the queen anyway."

Though he was more curious about something else. "So who was your friend in chains visiting while we were being eaten. And don't expect me to buy you can't tell us for that one." After all, they were barbarians now, they didn't need to be civil if Sial wasn't going to spill the entire truth.

In reply to Izzick (msg # 21):

Smart of Izzy to have a 'Plan B'.  But just to make sure:  you aren't barbarians yet.  You still have to get Truthy to the Sun Clan

Sial grins at Zuni.  I'd be happy to speak to you in more detail about the doctrine of my faith...

Why?  I'm sure she could read your testament on almost any men's room wall..  Sial glances darkly at Chandanar and then picks up his wine cup.

Moving on.  To answer your question young lady, it explains quite a bit about the situation.  The Queen sudden change in both temperament and capability.  She wasn't always so ruthless nor so resourceful.  We also gathered testimony from those who fled the castle.  It is said she now casts two shadows.  Lastly, we have performed auguries.  And they also confirm her current state.  He shrugs and refills his drink.  If you have a more reasonable explanation, please do enlighten me.  But she has amassed too much mystical and political power in too short a time.  And we can find no evidence of a sponsor or anyone in the shadows.

And I do appreciate your pragmatism, he says to Izzick.  Very reasonable on your part.  As to your question...well...I could debate you about whether you are entitled to know or not. But there's no real point in trying to be cagey. I am in communication with my church.  Given what I've told you, is that so farfetched?

He takes a drink and then continues.  Anyway.  As I've stated, we hope to gain influence and official recognition from a new government in Korvosa.  So we are willing to assist in any attempt to overthrow the Queen.  BUT...  He waves a hand.  We have to have some assurance that such a resistance organization is likely to bear fruit.  There's no point in backing a horse who's lame.  So part of my mission is to evaluate the leadership of such a resistance and their plans.  Hence my involvement with your group.

He pulls a skewer of roast lizard off the fire and sets it on the communal table.  It's quite good meat actually.  That may hurt your feelings.  But I think you can understand our reasoning. The missive I sent was a letter to gain my church's support for your cause.  the three of you were willing to be swallowed by a monster after all.  And you took him- he gestures at Chandanar -with you.  So I am convinced of your conviction and your powers.  I think you have a fair shot at beating the Queen.

Selvin listened to the 'cleric' Sial as he spun his tale of religion, exile, and desire for rempowerment and relocation. He thought about it. It's not as though Sial were asking or demanding his Church to be named the official state religion in Korvosa - just the ability to operate openly there without official persecution.

He let out a small sigh. "Your reasonin'...seems sound. I mean, there is definitely somethin' wrong with the Queen an' it seemed t'happen relatively quick. So." He gave a shrug. "Reasonable. Askin' t'be let in t'practice openly in Korvosa afterwards, but not be the official state religion or gain some other power from it isn't entirely unreasonable."

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 23):

A sensible response.  I appreciate you keeping an open mind.  Sial produces a desert of prunes stuffed with honey and nuts.  Any other concerns?  Or can I assume we have an understanding and that our partnership can continue for the time being?

Izzick wasn't sure he trusted the guy, nor was he really sure how much they had a choice. "Alright then. Partnership." There was a moment he eyed Sial a bit too much, probably too easy to read behind his tattoo'd face that he wasn't entirely sure. But there was only so much they could do without allies. "So then, we need a plan of attack once we get all the information we can from the Sun tribe." Worms, cultists, barbarians - were they sure they weren't the bad guys? The queen was definitely evil, but they certainly weren't showing up with knights in shining armor.

22:20, Today: Izzick rolled 10 using 1d20+1.  Sense motive.

In reply to Izzick (msg # 25):

Sial smiles at you Izzick, as slimy as he is inscrutable.  Sorry.  10 isn't going to get you far at all

That will depend on what they tell you of course.  What exactly are you seeking from them?

As a reminder, since it's been a while, you came seeking information about the dragon skull the seneschal told you he saw the Queen pick up.  The pyramid the royal palace is built on supposedly predates the city and was from the time the Cinderlanders controlled the territory Korvosa sits on.

Zuni listened to Sials explanation.  She had of course feigned ignorance to test the mans information, to see if it matched what they already knew, and, damn the man, there was nothing that she could see suspicious in his reasoning.

"Okay, I'm convinced." She said with a shrug.  Sial was slimy as hell and his companion was creepy and weird, but so far he hadn't done anything to break their trust.  It was frustrating on one hand, because Zuni was pretty sure that the man, or his scantily clad companion were going to be plunging daggers into their hearts one of these nights, and Zuni wanted a reason to pre-empt this.  That reason wasn't forthcoming this night, and woman intuition was a pretty weak excuse.  "Our partnership can go on."

Turning to Izzick, she continued.  "Weren't we going to invade Korvosa with giant worms?" she asked, hardly believing that was being considered.  Giant worms?  "I guess we'll just have to see what sort of response the Sun Tribe gives us and what we can find out from them."  She looked thoughtful for a moment.  "I've always wanted to lead a barbarian horde against my enemies."

In reply to Zuni Runesong (msg # 27):

Chandanar sighs.  That means Krojun again, right?

---

As it turns out, that is exactly what it does mean.  You break camp the next morning and head west.  Truthy may be as pleasant as a handful of toenail clippings in tight cod piece, he does know his way around the Cinderlands.  He takes you through a short cut.  And best yet:  no Mantis!  No Sand Crabs or purple worms or what have you!  For the first time, in a long long time, you get to enjoy a leisurely journey.  It's as if the divine powers want to move this along as much as you do.

You start meeting Sun Clan scouts a couple of days later.  Truthy seems to be known to them.  He relates what he saw and the scouts regard you all as if you are crazy idiots.

Wow.  You guys are some crazy idiots! Krojun says when he rides out to meet you a few miles from the Sun Clan camp.  So you actually did it huh?  It does explain the way you smell. He guffaws at his own joke.

You're right!  That does explain why we smell!  What's your excuse?.  Chandanar has had to share a tent with Truthy.  So he's been punchier than usual the last couple of days.

Krojun doesn't take offense.  Instead he slaps the cleric on the back and chuckles.  <Blue>Ha!  Why are we standing around here when we could be getting drunk?  Come with me.  You'll have to go through a ceremony, but I'll be happy to sponsor you.  Welcome to the Sun Clan you ugly bastards!<Blue>

And on that note, I have to type up a very long summary of the back story for teh campaign to give to ya'll.  So I'll work on that tomorrow.  For now, if there's any shenanigans you want to get up to at the Sun Clan camp, have at.  I'll be back tomorrow.  Thanks.

In reply to The Dealer (msg # 28):

Stop laughing, Chandanar or as he is now to be known among his Shoanti brothers Snarks-Until-Dawn, grumbles.

The Sun Clan chieftan who bestowed the name on him shrugs.  I call 'em like I see 'em.

The sun is just an inch or two away from setting completely beyond the far western hills.  Two bonfires are roaring already, over each are large spits of roasting desert boars.  Barbarians are drinking all around as your name-day celebration gets underway.

Krojun laughs and slaps the pouting cleric on the back.  Oh don't fret.  You'll always be Weak Knees to us!

Would you like some more tequila Glowy-Kills-Them-All-What-The-Hell-Is-That-Thing? says a buxom young maid to Selvin.

No Silly, giggles her friend.  That was just the chief being drunk.  It's Shiny-Kills-What-He-Sees.

Oh my gosh!  I'm like so sorry says the first girl.  She runs a finger lightly along the top of your ear Selvin  Would an ear massage help you forgive me?

Are you for real? Chandanar says to both of the young ladies, cocking an eyebrow.

If you're all done?  I've looked in to the history you were asking about. says the Clan's Sage. It's a bit of a tale.  Are you ready to hear it?

Shiny?  Green-As-Cactus?  Stabs-Like-Morning?

He waits until all of you, Selvin, Izzick, and Zuni have nodded before continuing.

I'll skip a lot of the unimportant background.  How far back this goes is anyone's guess.  We're talking the days we still lived on our rightful lands.  Where Korvosa stands today.

Back then, to the north and west of here, there arose a warlord named Kazavon.  He swore to Zon-Kuthon and waged war on all his neighbors.  Kazavon was pretty strong.  Even armies from Last Wall fell to him.

His reign was horrible.  Well.  His leige lord was Zon-Kuthon.  So you can imagine what he was like.

In reply to The Dealer (msg # 29):

Now as usually happens in these tales, a warrior rose up against him.  This warrior's name is lost to time.  But he wielded a magic blade named Sentry.  This warrior managed to gather allies and lead them deep in to Kazavon's territory.  The warrior's troupe laid seige to Kazavon in his castle.  A place called Scarwall.  The seige was terrible but the warrior broke through the wall.  He and his companions cornered Kazavon in his throne room.

The battle was of course glorious.  Kazavon revealed his true nature:  that of a blue dragon.  But he was an old and twisted one, even for his kind.  And he had the blessings of Zon-Kuthon upon him.  So even though the warrior could use Sentry to cut his body apart, he could not force his soul in to the afterwards.

At the end of the battle, Kazovon's spirit had been split in to seven pieces, each residing in seven part of his carcass.  Now the warrior was too ill to continue:  the battle with Kazovon had sickened him with poison and hate.  So the warrior gave a piece to each of his companions and bid them to each flee Scarwall, letting neither himself nor their compatriots know where they were headed.  In this way, the warior hoped the spirit of Kazovon would be scattered, never to be reunited.

Oh I see where this is going.  Let me guess.  Kozovon's skull was given to your people?

The sage nods.  One of the warrior's companions was a priest of our people.  He was given the head of the dragon.  He returned home, or what was home at the time, and built a temple to house the skull.  He passed the duty of protecting the skull to his son who did the same when his time came.  And then...your ancestors arrived and drove us away.

And then the Queen stumbled on to the skull... Sial waves a hand.

Annnnnnd WHOOSH!  A fragment of Kozovon has a new home.

The sage shrugs.  That I can't say.  But it sounds about right. Well.  I'm afraid that is all I can tell you my new brothers and sister.  If you want more answers, I recommend you head to Scarwall.

Questions?

the journey gave Izzick much needed time. Without assassins or worms or sand crabs after them, he pulled out vials of ink and pens, beginning to work winged sigils around his ankles, writing lines of spells around his feet. Then his wrists were next, detailing trails of fire circling around figures made with calligraphic words of spells he knew he'd need.

Izzick took it all in, but it was certainly a lot. So possessed was correct, but it seemed a dragon with a malignant patron was the cause, not some spirit or demon. Whether was was for good or worse was another matter. "And the sword? The other 6 pieces?" He asked, hoping there weren't six more queens ready to reign havoc on the world somewhere. If there was no information to be found, that was perhaps more troubling still.

Going to spend some gold and time inscribing a Spell Tattoo of Selective Fireball. Then with my class ability that I think I used once for a Tattoo of Scorching Ray and forgot (oops) I'll get two free Spell Tattoos of Haste (at 11th level I can as a standard action apply a spell tattoo up to twice per day).

In reply to Izzick (msg # 31):

The Sage shrugs.  The legends don't say exactly.  The tales make it sound like the warrior died there in Scarwall.  If so, I would assume Sentry is still there.  Assuming no one took it.  As for the other six pieces...well.  The point was that they would be scattered.  Without any of the others knowing where the other pieces were.  It may be that some of them have awakened.  I would be willing to bet finding them is on your Queen's To Do list.  But for now, I would say worry about the piece you have to deal with.

So noted Izzy.  I don't think Paizo has ever developed anything surrounding the otehr six pieces.

You spend a few days, enjoying what hospitality the Sun Clan has to show.  Krojun seems to have adopted you:  he insists you stay as guests in his yurt, share his liquor, and hunt with him.

You question the sage, but he has little else to provide other than a location and a few clues.  Scarwall is a castle on a lake.  That much the tales tell us.  We know that Kazovon made use of dragons as lieutenants.  But we haven't heard of any dragon activity up that way in several generations.

And we have heard that the lake is considered a haunted place.  No one lives near it.  Supposedly there is a beast in the lake.  So be wary of it.

Your new family provisions you up.  The day of your departure nears...

Let me know if there are any questions or concerns.  We'll move on to the new thread and Book 5 Friday.

Thanks all.

Zuni, or Stabs-like-Morning, would take full advantage of Krojuns hospitality.  Dressed in the finest barbarian fashions, she would take every opportunity to partake in the activities of her new barbarian family.  Having been formally adopted by them actually meant that they were Zunis family now.  She could barely remember her real parents and did not want to think about the man who made her entire existence revolve around stealing stuff and bringing it back to him (Damn that Garden Lamm), so that would mean Zuni was now a barbarian, or at least that's how she saw it.

Besides, these barbarians knew how to have a good time.  Krojun may be a horses backside but he had turned out to be a good host.  Being on the small side, Zuni couldn't really match him in any challenges or games that required size or strength, but she could try and drink him under any table.  Which is what she spent some time doing.

During this time, Zuni would try and spend some time talking to the Sage, trying to figure out what they were supposed to do next.  "If the Queen is being affected by that cursed body part, if we steal it away from her, would that break it's hotd on her?  Or do we need to destroy it?  Destroying it might end up releasing the trapped essence contained inside, assuming that we can destroy it. " she would say.

Selvin grinned at the funny and descriptive names they'd been given by the tribe. Especially Chandanar since he didn't like his. He got a little bit flushed as the two tribeswoman started flirting with him and he tried desperately not to look at Zuni as he smiled at them but didn't otherwise encourage them. "I...think I'll be okay...But thank you."

He settled in to drink and listen as a tale was told. He frowned. An old, evil blue dragon's spirit possessing the queen? Ick. That sounded messy and complicated. He shook his head. Not something to look forward to dealing with.


He rested well in the following days, sleeping for a long time right away since they'd been kind of go!go!going for a while. But the threats were lurking at the back of his mind the entire time slowly creeping back in to his consciousness.


Scarwall. A dragon that had other dragons serving him?? A beast in the lake, possible hauntings?? Sheesh! This would be interesting, to say the least.

"Well. Considering how things've gone so far, I'd say t'expect dragons, a giant lake monster an' army 'tween us an' what we we're lookin' for. That's just our luck an' style!" He let out a small chuckle.

In reply to Zuni Runesong (msg # 34):

The Sage considers your question Zuni.  But he ends up shrugging.  I can only make surmises.  I would think the essence would attach to her.  If it was still in the skull, it would still be imprisoned.  THe fact that it is only a part of Kazovon...that may mean she is capable of being destroyed and the fragment with it.  But again, that's guesswork.  You my be able to find those answers at Scarwall.

He grins at your comment Selvin.  Yes.  You people have earned your pay that's for sure.  But don't make too many assumptions.  Things may be what they appear.  Or maybe not. A lot of bad things happened at Scarwall.  Things bad enough to leave traces and stains, even after all this time.  Just...be careful.  Nothing's ever easy, right?

In reply to The Dealer (msg # 36):

The morning arrives for your leave.  Krojun and his flunkies ride out with you to the edge of the Cinderlands.  The flat, scrublands begin to change in to low hills.  Krojun points to the northwest.  Probably about three day ride in that direction.  The map we gave you isn't going to be accurate.  We can only get you in the general locale.  When you find what you seek, come back this way.  We'll want to join you on your raid against this Queen.

He laughs.  I won't wish you luck.  It is your enemies who will need it.  Be strong.

Chandanar waves at the retreating backs of the Cinderlanders and mutters, Did I miss the part where we became his bosom buddies?

If I may... Sial has been quiet for the past few days.  He is looking towards the west, as if seeing something in the distance.  I took the liberty of making a report to my associates after we spoke to the Sage.  They...think they may have more information about where Scarwall is exactly.  But...

He sighs and looks at you all.  They are sending more assistance.  This person is an associate of mine.  To be blunt, she is not my favorite person.  However, she will be bearing the informatino about where Scarwall can be found.

I didn't want to bring this up in front of the Cinderlanders.  But I don't want to spring her on you as a surprise.

In the spirit of our truce, I'd like to offer a choice.  We can ride to meet her.  She should be coming from the west.  Or we can go in the direction on the map and try to find it ourselves.  I will not provide any further updates to my associates if you elect to try to find it ourselves.

Your call.

Izzick chuckled at Chandanar, "Well after all we went to, he better be at least damn friendly to us." But as Izzick looked at the newly tatto'd skin across his hands and feet he seemed pleased with his own handiwork. "But he's not wrong. I think we're prepared for anything after the worm bit."

Of course for all the information they had been given, there were twice as many questions unanswered. A dozen sources only opened a dozen more questions. Izzick may have been an expelled student, but he was still a man of intelligence and it didn't sit well with him to have so much be unknown. "The more we can learn about this place, this legend, and the skull itself, the better. We might be ready to kill just about anything that stands in our way but it's a hell of a lot easier to do that when we know if we've got barbarians, dragons, zombies, or demons to deal with." His eyes glanced towards the chain devil with a somewhat honest, "No offense."

In reply to Izzick (msg # 38):

Laoris Vaos likes like she should still be playing with dolls.  Assuming the game would end in her beheading them and then eating out their eyeballs.  An elf so small and slight you almost wonder if she's a really tall gnome.  Even her pointy ears are so pointy that they seem false.  She's dressed in so much black a barrel of ink would tell her to lighten up.  And her teeth have all been filed to small points.

On the other hand, she roasts a mean potato.  She's got several roasting on spits when you arrive.  Something as simple as a tuber seems almost nostalgic.  It's delicious just with the salt and garlic she's provided.

She also has several maps spread out on a rock.  As you can see, the lake Scarwall is on is suprisingly difficult to access.  it's really resting in a crater.  This slope here is the only way down.  Unless you fly.

The old histories I consulted had a list of his officers.  But who knows if that will cone in useful?  If they're undead, they may or may not retain some portion of their memories.

There is also some indication Kazovon was betrayed.  One of his lieutenants left some sort of side entrance unlocked which allowed the hero's band access to the keep.  It was likely one of three...er...entities.

Ovada Ousa.  Kavazon's consort.  Though the tales make it sound like he had grown bored with her.

Kilimnon.  A dwarf who served as both Kazovon's body guard and lover.

And Excelebraxas.  A dragon.  I think Excelbraxas was a competitor with Kazovon for the attentions of their dark lord.

That's what I could find.  Anyone want another potato?

Selvin had not, thankfully, had enough to drink to cause a hangover - but it was a close call. He still didn't feel particularly awesome. Nevertheless, he summoned his ally from the outer planes once more, now all new and different in his form once more. He smiled and greeted the creature with a bow, "Zak." He almost never said his ally's full name. Names held power, after all. "Friend of my heart, sharer of my shape, thank you for coming to my call."

After they merged, he flew along with everyone else, though he stayed low to the ground just to be safe. He had given a silent shrug when Izzick had said they should meet this tenuous ally of Sial's. More information couldn't be bad, could it?

One eyebrow rose when he saw the...small elf? He wasn't sure of her age, but he imagined she was older than her height suggested. He listened to what she had to say, though he wasn't sure how much would be useful - were any of the lieutenants still alive and in Scarwall? No one seemed to know what they would find there.

"Well...I hope none of them are still there but...thank you for the information nonetheless." He gestured at the maps. "Do we get to keep these for the time being? And...are you...coming along with us?"

In reply to Selvin Larst (msg # 40):

Laoris giggles and bats her eyelashes at you Selvin. Why how kind of you to ask. I would love to, she says in a squeaky, comehither voice.

Woderful Sial and Chandanar say at the same time. They then look at each other, frown, and look away.

Laoris just giggles.

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Two and a half days later, you are standing on the rim of a crater, looking down into the bowl. Scarwall sits below, sticking out of the water like some giant, ancient, moss covered tortoise whose just waiting for someone to bite.

It sits out in the water, about a hundred feet from shore. A drawbridge is down, connecting it to a gatehouse which sits on shore. There is no sign of life. Not a bird or a gnat is visible anywhere around. A low misf rises from the brackish lake water, despite it being a little past noon. Even the air smells musty and unpleasant.

It seems the only way in by foot is the gatehouse.

Laoris takes out a couple of maps.  The detail shows the layout of both the gate house and the first floor of the castle out on the island.  At least from the shapes, the map seems to match with what I can see down there.
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The two days of travel with Laoris had been...interesting.  Zuni found the short elf to be odd, and not in an amusing way.  As an associate of Sails, she wasn't trusting Laoris.  At least the woman was wearing proper clothes, unlike Sials chained demon.

"I guess we head to the gatehouse."  Zuni said, turning her attention to the buildings before them.  "No one would possibly expect an impetuous band of adventurers to go in through the front door.  And maybe we can find out what to expect in Scarwall proper."

Izzick nodded. "It sounds like a 'plan'...or at least as much of one as we've got." Even as he ate the potato made by Sial's friend, he couldn't help but wish she had more information. He expected little else could be found though no matter how many hours were spent pouring over tomes of knowledge. Then again, anyone Sial didn't like was probably better to keep around in the long run - Laoris might at least keep the Chelaxian hedonist in check while they were dealing with whatever remained of the place. "Front door or not, I don't expect a dragon would leave this place unguarded. Be prepared for traps, magical and not."

In reply to Izzick (msg # 43):

Alrightie.  Sounds like we're hitting the gate house first.  Again sorry about the maps.

Starting a new thread.