I converse with Kelden- {see Channel 4: Kelden's Quarters}

I ask him some additional questions.
     "Hmm, sounds like you think it would not be a good idea to go to the warehouses? Do you think there is any merit to what Elora has said? Do you think there is something there we would need to see that could undermine our entire effort? Or do you think it was just some sort of great ruse that they are trying to use on us to get us off course from our mission? Like a very clever ruse making it look like they are the last people who could cause this- thus avoiding their own incrimination?
     Also, do you think this is a mission that we can wait on- something that is important, but is possible to delay until (or even better left) for after tomorrows victory?

Before I forget, I would like to thank you again for giving us audience on this matter at such a late hour."

Upon his recommendation I speak to the party.
     "Well, what do you all think? I think Kelden's recommendation may have saved us from being captured or injured. This may be a mission best undertook after our current victory.
     I am pleased that Kelden will look into Elora's condition. This could have made a huge difference in the mission tomorrow, good job Imbellem. We may have just save Elora's life and the lives of those on the mission. I am sure these things can be worked out in time.
     Also, I am glad to hear our items will be safe here."

I attempt to stay aware even at this quiet, dark hour.
{23:49, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:49, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: INVENTORY MANAGEMENT

Upon Dwalin's offer to carry items for the party I give him my pack and ask for his empty back pack in return. I take his backpack and put the 3 javelins I bought into the side pouch, and one waterskin I attach to it.

I also return to our room briefly, draw out the bag of marbles I stored, the pouch of 4 oils, and the 3 bags of caltrops Lady Jacqueline left. I put them in my pack that Dwalin is carrying.

*{removed from chest:
  from Herr Johannes Stuff:
    Belt Pouch BL(Hard Leather) 3:
      Oil (4 pints) + caps and fuses
    Bag of Marbles, Clay (1)
  from Lady Jacqueline's Stuff:
    Caltrops bags (3)}


(the backpack I am carrying)
{*Dwalin's backpack:
On Back:
 Backpack:
  Small Back Pouch:
  Main Pouch:
  Side Long Pouch/Strap:
   Left: Javelins (3)
  Lower Exterior Belt:
  Exterior: (Slung on Back Pack)
   Water Skin, 1.5 Quart vol. (1) (Grog)}

(the backpack Dwalin is carrying is layed out exactly like this and contains these items.)
{On Back:
 Backpack:
  Small Back Pouch:
   Inkpen (1) (with cap)
   Fish hook (2) + Fishing Line (20ft)
   Sewing Needle (1) + Sewing Thread (?ft)
   Bandages (5)
   Caltrops (1) bags + (3) *from Jacqueline*
   Bag of Marbles, Clay (2) *corrected from 3*
  Main Pouch:
   *Belt Pouch BL(Hard Leather) 3: *added
     *Oil (4 pints) + caps and fuses *added
   Grappling Hook (1)
   Rope, Hempen (50 ft)
   Sack 1 (Clothing):
      Parchment (1)
      prayer shawl
         Package of matzo, (1) wrapped in wax paper
         Bottle of red wine (1)
         Bible, German (1)
            Letter to K* and to *'s Servant
      Metal Tankard (1)
      Bottle of Rum (1)
      Sealing Wax (1/2 pound) in wax paper
      Soap (½ lb) in wax paper
      Tooth Chew and Rub
      Toothbrush
   Sack 2: Torches (2)
           Candles (9)
           Chalk (3)
pitons (Jacqueline's)
hammer (Jacqueline's)
   Sack 3:
    Whet Stone (Sword (1))
    Oily Rag (1)
    Cleaning/Storing Oil (for Steel Weapons) (1)
   Sack 4: Flask, Metal (1)
           Trail Ration (2)
  Side Long Pouch/Strap:
   Left: Javelins (0) *moved to my inventory*
   Right: Crowbar (1)
  Lower Exterior Belt:
  Exterior: (Slung on Back Pack)
   Water Skin, 1.5 Quart vol. (1) (Grog) *one place on my back*}]
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:35, Tue 21 Apr 2015.

THIS WILL BE EDITED LATER, I AM POSTING THE UNEDITED (removing FB notifications etc) SO KARISSA CAN SEE IT

Conversation started Saturday
Ryan Persha
4/18, 6:39pm
Ryan Persha
Channel 4: Kelden's Quarters - Opened.

SatRyan Persha named the conversation: Channel 4: Kelden's Quarters.
Ryan Persha
4/18, 6:39pm
Ryan Persha
Kelden: *Cough
Saturday
Shaun La Lone
4/18, 10:25pm
Shaun La Lone
"First off, I would like to thank you for your hospitality and kindness toward us. Its rare to find kindness such a yours these days.
We have... Concerns, maybe news to you about your lieutenant Elora. Im sure her strange actions have been noticed by now"
Shaun La Lone
4/18, 10:31pm
Shaun La Lone
((Such as yours**
Crumb under the 's' key))
Sunday
Ryan Persha
4/19, 12:10pm
Ryan Persha
Kelden: {He frowned} "I've noticed. It's no secret she's been unwell. But I hope you woke me for more reason than this."
Shaun La Lone
4/19, 12:15pm
Shaun La Lone
"Well... {Slightly intimidated, imbellem became more timid}
I uh... Im a bit of a doctor, and also a cleric, I checked her for poisons and injuries that could cause something to make her... Goofy... And I felt a rather strange magical arua clinging to her... Like a parasite. And I learned that her symtpoms were the same as biffs before he -rest his soul- was assassinated.
The same ailment has been passed to Elora and i believe i speak for all of us when I say she should not be allowed to partcipate in the mission unless she can be dispelled, or her life, and every around her may be in danger."
Shaun La Lone
4/19, 12:16pm
Shaun La Lone
"Do you know of anyone in this area that has ANY sort of magical knowledge? Anyone who could help remove this enchantment on her?"
"...or perhaps even place a curse on her as well as Biff..."
"I realize im new and probably pull little weight with my words, but a life is a life. And I wish to do everything in my power to make sure that everyone be safe."
Today
Cody Krueger
8:06am
Cody Krueger
"Kelden, we wanted to say also, we apologize for waking you at this hour. We tried to find you earlier but were unable to. Due to the lives at risk, we thought it best to take this course of action and speak with you now.
"We hope this can be brief so that you could go back to sleep soon."
Today
Ryan Persha
12:46pm
Ryan Persha
Kelden: "In the past, I never thought there was true sorcery in the world, that it was only the stuff of folktales. At least until I saw it. Though it was only once, a year ago in fact, it was an unforgettable sight. But to say Elora's poor health is attributed to strange forces as well is still a far-fetched claim to my ears, especially when it's so apparent that she's been strained by stress and grief these past few days. I would say you are either mistaken or trying to deceive me, to separate my companions from me. . . but I don't think this.
Your concern seems genuine, and although I know little of you good priest, there are some among you who I know would not lie, nor let such a lie be told. And the well-being of my party members are my foremost concern. If you say she is perhaps unwell enough to be a liability tomorrow, I'll take your speech seriously and examine her myself in the morning.
Today
Shaun La Lone
7:28pm
Shaun La Lone
"Mister Kelden Wait! I realize you may not believe in things of a magical nature, but I assure you, I was just as skeptical as you before I asked the Lord for guidance and assitance in finding out what was going on with Elora. She cannot be left alone to linger with this magical presence. This is of upmost importance. It happened once before, and it will happen again. You need all the help you can get, and I ask- no, I insist you at least point us out to someone who can help dispell her. This curse is very real, weither you believe in magic or not. Just because you dont belive in something doesnt mean it doesnt exist.
Please sir. No more lives need to be lost due to this magical plague. She doesnt have to suffer anymore. It is only growing in strength and tomorrow may be too late. Im sorry if ive overstepped my bounds, but Morning may simply be to late respectively sir."
(BEHOLD: Imbellem Tueri rolled 25 using 1d20+5. Diplomacy check, Kelden: Importance of Elora's condition.)
Shaun La Lone
8:06pm
Shaun La Lone
((Do rolls even count in in-character chat...))
Shaun La Lone
8:13pm
Shaun La Lone
(((I was informed they do not. Thats a bummer lol)))
Ryan Persha
10:14pm
Ryan Persha
Kelden: "In mere hours we are about to bring change to the city. Perhaps after, when the battles have passed, Elora's health will return. At the moment however, there's nothing to be done. If her illness was bodily and not of her mind, we could obtain medicines, but that's not the case. If her illness was caused by a magic, what could we do but pray? I'll let her rest. If she seems too unwell come morning, I'll do what's best for her.
I cannot point you to someone I don't know of. I only knew of one person with strange powers, someone I haven't seen since before our revolution, and that was a pirate named Alldyde. I appreciate your concern my brothers and sisters - it speaks to your character - but I must return to my night's rest, lest I be weary for tomorrow. Goodnight."
{Kelden has left chat. You may continue using this chat to converse among yourselves. Note: make clear course of action in your posts!}
Shaun La Lone
10:20pm
Shaun La Lone
"...Coulda gone better I suppose... So off to Han then? I personally dont trust the guy.
And why in the world would a man curse people to become obsessed with finding and killing him.
It just makes no sense... Keep an eye on Han. I dont trust him
Or Bennett.
Or most anyone besides you guys really.
Wandering alone for a while give a fella a bit of paranoia."
Cody Krueger
11:06pm
Cody Krueger
There was really 2 issues we wished to discuss, with a 3rd less important note. 1st is Elora's present condition. I do wish to second Imbellem's assessment in certain points.
First:
     We checked Elora's physical condition, and found nothing amiss. Imbellem is quite skilled as a healer and I second his opinion there. However I noticed, that she seemed not merely stressed and grief stricken. It was like she was almost in some sort of drugged state, like she was not fully conscious. She spoke in broken sentences and seemed to be sure of what some would call paranoia. I tried to wake her by speaking directly to her about this and shaking her. I prayed for her, yet she only seemed to respond in suddenly skirting away. It is like she is in a dream she cannot wake up from, but knows it is not real. It is like there is a conflict in her, between her mind and something else.
     We considered this might be the result of poisons. Imbellem checked her for poison's and found none.
     I know as a man of faith that there are forces beyond what we can merely see. I know you share this faith. We know God exists and there is influence by the divine upon our material reality. I believe it may be related to something in that realm. I know sorceries is an uncommon thing, but it is not farfetched to believe that there are events in this world, which cannot be explained by only material means. I believe you are a man who believes and shares this faith. We believe in the supernatural realm. Even Jesus himself cast out demons, and took authority over nature, and healed  the sick- all beyond material means. I do not know what exactly is affecting her, but if it is not material, what is it? The point is, we are not sure what it is, but I would propose, it is likely supernatural.
     The reason we are telling you now is because in her current state I believe she could not only be a danger to herself, but also to the mission. I know in a team, we rely heavily upon one another- I did not want to see her snap while we are on our most crucial mission and have her endanger her life and the lives of her team mates, ie yourself, Kelden.
     You are of course, free to make an assessment yourself, but when she took us aside, I definitely could tell something was very wrong.
     The other thing I found concerning about her condition is that it sounds like it began after Biff's death. From what I understand, it also has the -same- symptoms. That seemed to be more than a coincidence to me. That is why I considered there must be a connection.
(Second)
Other things to take into account for this assessment, involved the second issue of importance we wished to discuss. When she found us, she discreetly got our attention and asked us to follow her to her room. She claimed that there were few that she could trust, but that she apparently recognized us likely trustworthy. I believe she said this was because she recognized us from the Boar's Tusk Inn and found our appearance at your headquarters fortuitous at this time - like we were therefore not connected to "them." I believe she was referring to the pirates. I am sure she has told you by now, like she told us, that she, like Biff thinks the pirates are somehow involved in sabotaging your organization, but not until they help you overthrow the current regime. She was not very clear about this, so some of the details had to be extrapolated by me. She mentioned someone else- Alldyde. I have heard that name before in reference to the pirate lords. Biff had mentioned him as well, I believe.
     Elora wanted us to go on a mission, -prior- to the mission today (to overthrow Steyus). She wanted to conduct a reconnaissance mission and acquire "proof." Proof of what I am not sure.
     I wanted your opinion of this mission. I do not wish to jeopardize the primary mission of overthrowing Steyus, but she seemed adamant that this mission is essential- like that is could affect the mission against Steyus. I do not know the likely enemy forces or really any other details, besides she mentioned a warehouse and that they were too strong to engage, only that they needed to be spied on for "proof."  She may have explained more to the man she sent to wake us. I trust you as the senior officer. I know a heavy burden is upon your shoulders, but that God has given you grace to lead. You are still a man, but I believe I can trust your judgement and that you are of excellent moral character.
     (1) Shall we go on this mission? (2) If so, what would you suggest in the way of actions we take for it? ie, is there certain recon you thought would be important? - Where should we rendezvous with you?
Finally this brings me to our 3rd issue, is there a place we can securely store our items we do not need for this mission. I realize it is not as pressing, but I thought I would ask while I have you.
Ryan Persha
11:38pm
Ryan Persha
Kelden: {He speaks further to the effect of what has been said, but this will be covered in game. However, here is an excerpt of the response that should be known prior to posting}. ". . .  she must not be thinking clearly. My advice would be to continue resting until morning. Warehouses in the Bazaar are run by the pirates. Going to them just before our mission could be a grave mistake, jeopardizing your lives when we're so close to our goal - the fall of Steyus! Much rides on tomorrow. . ." ". . . may leave your things here. We have no thieves. . ."

Jacqueline heaves a sigh, adjusting the pack on her shoulder. She carefully studies their surroundings and keeps an ear out for any trouble. Kelden, she thought, we're watching out for you... I hope you believe us.

[Private to DM Ryan: "Don't worry Kelden!" giggled little Jackie in her distant memory. "I'll take care of you-- and you'll take care of the village!" She chortles behind a hand as Kelden simply smirked and towered over the little clumps of dirt that they pretended were homes of many villages. The map was quite accurate of the whole town that Jackie daily toured on small missions for small fortunes of food. And for whom she worked for, they really gave her manners and purpose-- and belonging.

But not like Kelden did.

"Alright, Jackie!" He laughed, arms indecisive about whether to be folded, or hold his sides from laughter. "You take care of me, and I'll take care of all of the village," he spoke craftily, not forgetting any weight or detail to each word, "...including us!"]

Imbellem rubbed his nose-bridge and slowly let out a sigh. "I guess I dont blame him," he said, voice slightly muffled by his hand in front of his face, "Magic is incredibly rare and not many people believe in it... But I swear to all of you," he said, lowering his and and looking at the party. "It is magic that is messing with her, I cant explain how it felt, but I know for a fact its magical. I wouldnt lie about something like that..." Imbellem looked down the hallway. "Looks like Han is ready to direct us to where Elora told us to look for clues... I dont trust the guy completely but... it doesnt leave us much choice. We should catch up with him and scout ahead for Kelden while we're out, maybe we could help out his assault tomorrow while we help Elora tonight. Two birds and all that." Imbellem placed his hood on his head. "Im not the sneakiest, but we should be careful. After what I heard about biff, I cant help but think there might be some blood tonight. We should travel in two groups maybe, not draw too much attention to ourselves as we walk out tonight, but thats just a paranoid priests opinion. What do you think we should do Johannes?" he said looking over toward to puzzled paladin. "It could be a trap, but it could also help find the answer to whats rattling around in Elora's head... As well as check ahead for Kelden tomorrow I suppose."

Imbellem kicked at a small pebble on the ground and mumbled to himself, "If I could just figure out how to fix whats happening with Elora... Ill bet shes a great person... Just suffering with some... curse or something... Also shes adorable so. If I crack this code she'll at least feel obligated to write me" he concluded with a grin.

After conversing with the party and Kelden further- see chat and fb. I speak again to Kelden about our final decision.

"Kelden, I also wanted to mention to you that we have heard reports similar to Elora's from Biff as well as a former compatriot of ours. He is likely still an agent of Steyus. They all seemed concerned that the pirates were allowing you to succeed, only because somehow they could use that to set you up for failure, or attack while you are vulnerable. I am surprised that I keep hearing these reports. Your plans appear very sound. I am not here to say you are wrong, but it does make me ask the question: Why do people continue to try to tell us this? Is it just an elaborate distraction? Or is there truth to it? The problem is, I think the risk is sufficient that it would benefit you for us to go ahead and scout out route to the boat and confirm there is not some sort of massing force at the warehouses.

I recognize the concerns about Elora's claims. She was quite unclear. However, I propose that my group scout ahead now, to confirm that there is no ambush waiting for us. We can still rendezvous with you at the boat, and we will not take any great risks to find proof. We will do what would help our assault- recon our route and recon the surrounding area and ORP (objective rally point) where we are meeting before commencing attack (that is the boat).

     This would give you
1 additional intel and recon for your army. (perhaps for an attack later on the pirates)
2 separate the groups and so make our movement to the ORP less conspicuous
3 verify we will have safe passage and are not all walking into a trap
4 possibly give us a reason as to why these reports continue to surface

I do not want to disobey orders, but I believe this would support your attack and efforts. I am asking if you would allow us to undertake this mission? I believe my compatriots are all willing to undertake this mission. Again, we will not take unnecessary risks, and this will give you eyes on our route. You do need a scout, and if Elora is unable to be that, our team is ready for deployment. I ask you to allow us to undertake this mission.

Additionally, if there is any other information or orders concerning rendezvous, communications, or times for the mission to overthrow Steyus, you can tell us now. If there is an additional objective you would like us to be aware of for the recon you can tell us.
Is there a time we should meet you to inform you what we found in our recon- to ensure the route is safe? or a time by which if you do not hear from us you can assume the route is unsafe?"

{Ryan: if you are looking for a direct choice, We choose to go on Elora's mission first, then Kelden's. Be aware we do not intend to take unnecessary risks and possibly get ourselves captured before the mission, but we plan to go. I assume the next post would be about our journey there?

Does the rest of the party agree on this? I am assuming YES? Please speak up if you have concerns or believe we have any oversights on this. Be prepared to move out- ie, have all your gear checked up and good to go.

[Private to GM: Ryan, is my load now inside a light load, giving Dwalin my pack?]}

Before leaving I put my dark cloak (different from my red one with the sheepskin- same as the one in the sidequest) on over my gear, my money belt underneath my tunic. I put a bandana on my face and my hood over my head. I see that my boot knife is securely in place.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:57, Tue 21 Apr 2015.

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 124):

[On Board, yo]

Following Johannes' lead, Imbellem makes sure his belt pouch and pack are secured, as well as his weapons held firmly in their place in case they needed to make a quick escape. Though his cloak was not black, the worn brown would provide a small amount of cover. He removed his bandanna and put it on his neck, just below the chin; ready to be pulled over his face in case they were to bump into unsafe strangers.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:17, Wed 22 Apr 2015.

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 124):

"I am on board with Johannes. I think that's the right move and if we do not atleast visit the warehouse we could be missing out on some valueble information. "

“I’ve reconsidered,” said Kelden. He’d taken a few moments to ruminate the matter, but it sounded as though he’d come to a conclusion. “If this warehouse is the object of Elora’s obsession, then perhaps this is a matter to be investigated. At the very least, we can be sure there are no enemies in our blindspot while we undertake so dangerous a mission. Go to this warehouse my friends and see what you can find. But be wary, for the pirates are far more difficult a fight than city guards, and with even less honor. When you’re finished, head to the north side of the Bazaar where you’ll find a large dock built on the water; our boat will be on the western end. We depart when the sun breaks over the sea’s horizon, five or six hours from now I believe. May the Lord give you favor in this endeavour. Now, I rest. Goodnight brothers and sisters.” Kelden closed the door and returned to his interrupted sleep. The hall was silent once again.

Leaving, the party was now certain that this warehouse might provide some answers to the pervasive mysteries that haunted them. Convinced of the necessity of this reconnaissance, they together approached Han who waited for them in the main chamber. He looked bored as he twiddled his thumbs and bided his time but brightened at the arrival of the party. They made known their desire to go to the Bazaar, and, pleased with the prospect of being useful, led them out the metal entrance and back into the Aqueducts.

They took a very different route through the Aqueducts this time, turning around many corners but always generally heading in an eastward direction. As they traveled, they passed by numerous intersections, side halls, and slanted passages that digressed into the labyrinthine tunnels. In fact, after a mere ten minutes, they were no longer even certain of what direction they were headed having been so thrown off by the absence of any landmarks. They quickly realized the importance of a guide, or they would have easily become lost in the maze.

Thirty minutes passed, and finally, they reached a small, damp room which had two hammocks strung across opposite corners. A couple men laid in them, sleeping soundly. As Han and the others stepped into the room, one quickly raised his head and, recognizing Han, waved once before falling back into a slumber. They continued through a metal door on the opposite side, not unlike the one they entered when first descending into the Aqueducts, and into a tunnel through which ran a river of clean water. There, they found a ladder fastened to the wall, leading to the surface above. “We’re here!” said Han cheerfully, satisfied with his personal triumph. “Already?” Johannes exclaimed. The party climbed the ladder and exited through the sewer grate above. Breathing in fresh air once again, they climbed out into a side street which was recognizably located in the Bazaar; in fact, they were only a block away from the fountain which marked the center of the market. It then dawned on them that the Aqueducts cut straight through all the buildings on the surface, making for a decent shortcut (if one knew the way). Han whispered from the sewer, “I’ll be returning to the base to help bring things to the boat. Goodluck adventurers.” The party gave their thanks and slid the sewer grate back over the entrance. Now alone in the streets of the Bazaar, they headed toward the warehouse which Elora had marked on their map.

It felt different walking through the Bazaar at night. The streets were empty and silent, and the air was cooled by the nearby ocean, not so different from the cold underground from which they’d just left. Now familiar with the market streets, the party swiftly traversed the roads leading the warehouse, which according to the map was found in the southeastern corner of the Bazaar. Before long, walking along the eastern pier, they reached their destination. It was exactly where it was supposed to be. Beneath the stars and moonlit sky, they gazed upon a large wooden warehouse built near the towering stone wall that enclosed the market district. Thirty feet high with a sloped roof, the warehouse appeared worn and derelict, like a barn decades old. The party would have presumed it to be abandoned if wasn’t for the two fifteen foot high doors propped wide open with lantern light and voices emanating from inside. . .

If that wasn’t enough, Jacqueline’s ears caught another sound. Swiftly she whispered, “There’s someone walking down the side road a decent distance away, slowly coming closer. Just one by the sound of it. . .”


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"Just one?" Said Imbellem with an almost excited tone in his voice, "Lets grab this guy and see what he knows." Imbellem began to quietly make his way around the corner of the building they stood next too, stepping past Mikael and Johnnes, beginning to leap out at the poor stranger or possible pirate. "He could be in cahoots with the pirates inside. We could get some information out of-" His movement was cut short as a tight tug on his cloak sent Imbellem flying back into the arms of someone behind him, who swiftly made him stop talking and made little to no sound in the process. Imbellem looked up at the stern eyes of Johannes as he silently shook his head. "Dont be daft," he said in an authoritive, almost angered tone. "He could be a simple walker. Besides, this is a recon mission, we arent meant to cause any sort of chaos if we can help it." Releasing his cupped hand from imbellems mouth and spinning him around with another swift tug of the cloak. Imbellem stood in silence, he realized had had gotten a tad carried away with excitement. "Hey look," Jacqueline said, looking at the seemingly empty house next to them. "If we hide in here, we can watch from a safe distance." "Maybe even overhear a few choice words" Mikael chimed in. With a soft creak, a board was pried from the door frame and an escorting hand was extended by Johannes.

I stand next to Imbellem. Looking through open holet we just made. I keep still and focus on the stranger, trying to identify him and listen for anything. I say to others, "I'll let you all know what I see once he is close enough for me to make anything out. Jacqueline, maybe you want to ready your bow... just in case. You do have the best shot between all of us. Someone keep a look out for anyone else approaching from the other direction. He may just be a local out for a stroll, but let's not be caught off gaurd."

Once the stranger is in view I attempt to make out anything that may identify him, either as a pirate, or someone I might recognize, or someone else. I also ready my spear in my hand.

23:54, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Listen check, stranger; MQ.
23:53, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 5 using 1d20+3. Spot check, stranger; MQ.
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Lady Jacqueline grips her bow, steadying herself slowly. "I'll only loose if they prove they are dangerous." A small, shaky sigh escaped her. "We want them for questioning, even if they are dangerous. We are not vermin, killing others-- remember that. Please."

What if it's my brother? ...What if it's that half-orc? I swear, if it's that elven woman, she's... her mind darkened, but quickly blanked to block out the anger within. Just wait, Jacqueline, she thought to herself. Just wait.

They winced at the sound of broken wood. Johannes pried off several rotted boards, subsequently followed by Dwalin shouldering open the musty door. Without proper maintenance, the incessant spray of the ocean had taken its toll on the adjacent, old structure, and even now they could feel the gentle mist of dissolved waves from the pier. The wood easily peeled off like bark from a decayed tree, but to their ears, every sound they made seemed to echo in the night, made mentally louder by their own fear of being heard. Hastily, they filed into the abandoned building.

It used to be a storefront; at least that much they discerned from the rows of empty shelves and broken objects along the ground. Dwalin stepped over the remnants of a smashed chair. The interior had been thoroughly vandalized, likely by youths, for most everything was destroyed in a seemingly playful way. Tiptoeing over the debris, the party gathered by the south wall and attempted to peer through the cracks to catch a glimpse of their nighttime wanderer. They huddled by Mikael who had found one of the more gaping apertures in the porous wall.

Of course they couldn’t see a thing. It wasn’t until they a saw a flash of light from behind the warehouse and an entering shadow did they realize an important fact. There was a backdoor! They heard footsteps no more. “They must've gone inside. But a backdoor - that’s useful to know,” Imbellem whispered aloud.

They were on the verge of breaking cover and exiting their shelter when boisterous laughter echoed from the open entrance of the warehouse. Like children fighting to look through a keyhole, the party huddled once again around their crack in the wall. Two men, enjoying an unheard joke, stepped out from the other structure and lingered by the tall, propped doors. They were illuminated by the moonlit sky above. One had a long ponytail, and the other short hair hidden beneath a decorative bandanna. The colors of their garments were turned to shades of gray beneath the dim lunar glow. After adjusting his bandanna, the man pulled a pipe from his vest and lit it using a lantern that must’ve hung just inside the warehouse. They passed the pipe between each other and spoke. Clearly feeling secure, their casual voices reverberated just above the sound of the sea, only occasionally deafened by a large wave colliding against the pier.

“This is some good stuff,” commented the man with the ponytail as he shared in his companion’s pipe. “That be Youzi tobacco, from the Bungo. Won a pouch from Partlan last week.” “Well done, he’s a mean poker player. Took a few coins from me last pay. Don’t think I’ll try to win ‘em back either.” The man with the bandana paused and shot an incredulous glance at his friend, “Course you ain’t. ‘E’s dead mate.” His companion seemed truly surprised. “Not killed, right? He’s beastly with that mace.” “Killed,” said the other confirmatively. “Well, shit.” “Wasn’t ‘is fault though really. ‘E was part o’ that party who went to kill the fellow at the ol’ Boar’s Tusk, break up them Delcor-Larlben talks, keep ‘em fighting. Well, they brought the boss’s little girlfriend with ‘em as their fourth.” “What! Ain’t no way he was ok that.” The man with the bandanna was revelling in his knowledge of salient gossip. “Oh, ‘e wasn’t. She didn’t even tell ‘im! Course, ‘e found out after. Anyway, was ‘er job to get ‘im out, right? Well she fucked up big. ‘E died, and so did the other guys, though they wasn’t really ‘er bad. Apparently she was so ashamed, didn’t come back for three damn days.” The other whistled his disapproval. “You met ‘er once, right?” “Yea. Can’t remember the name though.”

“Taisiya,” he reminded.

“Ah, right. Cute that one.” Flipping his ponytail back behind him, he dumped the ashen contents of the pipe on the stone ground. “Well that’s that. Back to work.” “Aye.” Casually, they stepped back into the warehouse. Meanwhile, still listening from within their abandoned store, the party’s minds turned upside down.


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Imbellem stood for a moment, the name sounding familiar, but not really sticking to a face. He stood upright, pondering where he had heard that name before where as the rest of the group stood looking out the window frozen, mouths agape. Suddenly it hit him. Taisiya. Jacqueline's friend. Though he had not known her well, he felt an incredible amount of betrayal. Suddenly he began to writhe about the room causing the others to turn, frantically punching and kicking at the air in an attempt to keep himself from shouting in anger. After a few moments of this interesting show, he knelt down and buried his face in his hands, and finally after this frantic silent show, a muffled scream was heard. He didnt want to cause too much sound lest they be discovered, but this was simply too much for him. Suddenly and sharply, he stood and spun about facing the group with a look of intense anger. "Okay so, sense I've met you people two out of six of your group have ended up being not what they appeared to be." His voice beginning to rise, but he still tried his best to keep it down. Anger was taking its toll on the priest. He took assertive steps toward the rest of them with finger extended, still hunched over near the opening of the window where they overheard this most... Unsettling news. "I never trusted that Orc guy, and im glad i followed my gut, but Taisiya? I... Thought i knew people better. Being alone for so long takes its toll on a guy, trust is not easily gained. If I learn that any of you are betraying, or not transparent in your actions. There will be hell to pay." Imbellem paced back and forth tugging at his hair and cloak as he fought off his anger and paranoid thoughts. He spun on his heel to face them again, made a face and flopped his arms down to his sides. "Well? Anybody have any other ground breaking secrets for me, or do I need to wait until I find one of you under my mace, Because I dont want that to be the case. I've grown rather fond of you all, but if you're a spy or working with... Whoever the hell is tearing this city apart, you will be removed gracefully from this mortal plain." Though Imbellem wasnt the strongest of the group, he meant his words. There would be little that could stop him in a white hot moment of rage if he heard there were more traitors in their midst.
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Stunned, but recovering, I speak quietly to Imbellem. "She deceived us all, don't turn on the friends you have left. She was always so quiet. She always seemed to avoid my questions. I guess I could see it, however, I always got the sense from her that she abhorred killing. I am not sure what sort of pirate lord 'girlfriend' acts like that. Perhaps she was beginning to change. None the less, I am glad she never accompanied us to Kelden. There are many secrets still outside her grasp. We likely showed her more kindness than that shown to her by the pirates. Perhaps she will join us, or be swayed by her guilt or concern yo help us. I suppose this is true, but it still seems so hard to believe, perhaps, still out of place..." I shake my head in wonder, frowning at the loss of a companion twice. Like the 2nd death? "Wait, this is important, did she leave after we looked at Biff's map? Was she there in Flor's inn?"
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Lady Jacqueline folded her arms over her stomach, trying to come to terms with their friend whom they thought was their ally. She could not have assisted in Larlben's death, could she? She shook her head, an ache traveling down her back to her gut. I thought I could trust her... Shifting her weight on her heels, she glares at the ground at a tooth on the ground, most likely from a teething hound.

[Private to DM Ryan: She just remembered her dream from last night...

Lightning clawed across the sky, flickering wildly while the thunder answered in low murmurs. The path illuminated every once in a while before her from the skies, but there was no rain, barely any wind. A pair of eyes, she could feel, watched her as she took one step in front of the other. She peered over her should behind her: the party, setting up camp for a camp fire. Was this... real? None of them watched her-- but she could feel the unfamiliar pair of eyes beckoning her towards the woods.

The hairs on her neck began to lift, and a chill ran down her spine. The pair of eyes was finally found from a crouching massive heap-- which suddenly lifted itself onto four legs. Jacqueline fought the urge to move suddenly for her dagger. The creature bared its teeth, but something about the way it did made the beast a little more friendly. "I can help you," it said, a female voice clearly speaking in her mind. "Please help me find him, and I can guide you to where you need to go."

Relieved that she didn't grab her dagger, Jacqueline extended her hand out as if to reach for the creature. But suddenly, in one of the flickers of lightning followed closely by its returned grumbling thunder, the creature had disappeared. It looked like... a wolf.

"Lady Jacqueline?" called someone from the camp. "What is it? What do you see?" She inhaled and exhaled slowly, staring at the empty space before her. Where had it gone? What was that-- or, who...? She turned back towards camp, not having gathered much firewood. "I'm... not sure. But I think we're well-protected here."

The dream faded, and she was brought back to the present. ]Lady Jacqueline bent to pick up the tooth and turned it over tenderly in her palm. She glanced back at Johannes, unable to recall whether Taisiya left before taking a look at the map. Or, with her knowledge of her being magical... whether she had started the fire at the first inn in the first place.

Johannes' words helped slightly, but overall, beaded off of him and rolled off like water on the back of a duck. Imbellem did not deal well with betrayal or liars. Still in a rather uptight fury, but slowly begining to calm down; he looked at everyone again and took a deep breath. "Okay... So this girl. How long was she with you? Did she have any magical background? It seems a bit too easy, but maybe she was the cause for all the chaos you seemed to 'bump into' before I came along. Could she have cursed both Biff and Elora? Or any other sort of influence among any of you for that matter..." Imbellems eyes glanced along the room, looking at the party intently, sharp angry eyes piercing almost their very souls.

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 20 using 1d20+5. Sense Motive on party (hidden agendas perhaps? or authenticity).
Imbellem Tueri rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Knowledge Local Taisiya information
Imbellem Tueri rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Heal check on Party, mental, physical states, possible small injures]

"Gotta admit... didn't see that one coming. But this is not the time to linger on this. Let's see what's going on here."

I look and listen to the surroundings, making sure there's no one who has noticed us.

{18:41, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 24 using 1d20+7. Listen check, situational awareness; MQ.
18:40, Today: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Spot check, surroundings; MQ.}

I look at the building take note of any windows or other means of seeing inside the building.

"Well I'm going to see what's going on in there."

If I don't see anyone outside of the building, with spear in hand I move over to the corner of the building where the back door is. I look around the corner and move next to the door if there is no one around the corner. I then look through the door and evaluate the inside. Taking note of how many people there and anything else of note. I also listen anyone talking or approaching.

{18:57, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 18 using 1d20+7. Listen check, inside the building; MQ.
18:57, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Spot check, inside the building; MQ.}

I then return back to the group after I finish evaluating the inside of the warehouse. I do so avoiding being seen or heard and relay my information.
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After recovering from lingering astonishment my mind returns to the mission. "Once again, did you all remember if Taisiya saw the map of Biff? This back door causes an issue for us. We need to determine where it is on the building. My original plan was to move around the back covertly into the ally, and use a hook and rope to climb up onto the roof. It would be easiest in the crevasse between the city wall and the warehouse. Once on top of the roof, one would remove a shingle or 2 and peer in the corner of the warehouse and listen for a while while the rest of the team would take up positions nearby out of sight and pull security. Without a back door it provides us with a large area we can hide in, however with the presence of a back door it makes it so people may walk right by that, the rest of us may have to take positions further away. It also depended upon how noisy the warehouse is. If is it pretty noisy, we can throw a rope and hook onto the roof without them noticing, but if it is quite in there, that is another story."

While I speak I notice Mikael has already taken action, moving to the warehouse.

"Mikeal! wait... we must not be discovered..." but he has already moved toward the warehouse.

"People, I need you to keep eyes on Mikael, if he is engaged in conversation we wait, but if he is subject to violence, or them trying to take him hostage, we need to move. Jaqueline, keep an eye on him with your bow! You are our eyes, ears, and range element. If things go terribly and we are engaged and need to retreat, we burn the place down. The confusion will give us time to escape while they are distracted with trying to put out the fire. If we are engaged, we need to give Mikael time to do recon while he is over there."

I step out the abandoned building we are in and motion to Mikael, I point to my watch and hold up 5 fingers, I then moving my hand around by my head in a circle, indicate to him to fall back in at the abandoned building (in 5 min.). I ready an action to whistle softly one time (like a bird) if any people are approaching near him and he needs to hide. I stay close to my buildings corner, using the darkness and my cloak to help me stay hidden. {Ryan, do I need a hide check here?}
{23:53, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20. Move Silently Check, to corner of building; MQ.
23:53, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 9 using 1d20. Hide Check, by building; MQ.
I am not sure of the bonuses here due to darkness and distance etc. }

I keep aware, especially while in a combat situation. I also listen by a crack in the building we are in for how loud the warehouse is.

{23:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
23:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

Dwalin watches mikael."It's best that I don't try and sneak, I'm not exactly a sneaky person, and this armor doesn't help things"
05:47, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 6 using 1d20. listen.
05:47, Today: Dwalin Grayhammer rolled 18 using 1d20. spot check.
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“Let’s see what’s going on here,” Mikael whispered. Swift and silent, he stepped out the partially boarded entrance of the abandoned shop and sharply turned toward the street. Realizing where he was going, Johannes leapt to his feet and hastened after him. Mikael was halfway down the road when Johannes leaned out from the street corner. Thankfully, Mikael noticed him and glanced back. Johannes tapped his wrist while noiselessly mouthing, “five minutes.”; Mikael smirked and replied with a thumbs up gesture (something he learned from humans). Turning back toward his goal, he surreptitiously continued across the road. Johannes returned back inside the building to his companions and joined them in peering through the wall just in time to see Mikael disappear behind the warehouse. Seconds later, there was a brief flash of light as the backdoor opened and closed. He was in. All there was left to do now was wait. [Private to Mikael Vaeltaja:

Turning the rear corner of the warehouse, Mikael stepped into the small alcove. The opening was no more than a couple feet wide. It was a cramped space. But squeezing through, he entered into a slightly larger area, a hidden pocket of the city. Enclosed on three sides by two tall buildings the towering wall, very little light reached the nook. To Mikael’s relief, the backdoor wasn’t too hard to find. Although it looked almost the same as the wall, the latch handle gave away the door’s location. As quietly as he could, he turned the knob to get a peek inside.

Not quietly enough.

The door suddenly blew wide open, and a hand instantly grabbed Mikael by the collar, pulling him inside. Another hand went over his mouth to keep him quiet. The door was closed behind him as swiftly and silently as it’d opened. “Mikael?” a voice whispered inches from his face. Gazing over the edge of a thick, green hand on his jaw, Mikael looked straight into the face of. . . Adwonus! The half-orc’s blue eyes stared at him in surprise. And he wasn’t alone. The backdoor had opened up behind a towering row of crates, perhaps fifteen feet high, blocking the rest of the warehouse from view but leaving a small walkway behind it. Even now, Mikael could hear voices and movement on the otherside. With Adwonus were two others, an elven woman with lengthy brown hair and a man with a thin black beard and pierced ears. Like Mikael, they clearly weren’t supposed to be here. And like Mikael, they were trying to sneak inside.

“Now, I’m going to take my hand off you,” Adwonus whispered in a low growl. “Don’t make a sound, or the pirates will hear us, and kill us. Understand?” Adwonus lifted off his hand. Mikael silently nodded in reply. Even he realized the danger, that if there was a fight between them, they’d quickly be overwhelmed by pirates. Over Adwonus’ shoulder, through a thin gap between a column of crates, Mikael could see glimpses of men moving back and forth working in the warehouse. He was in a dangerous place.]

“I wish there were windows. Can’t see a thing,” Johannes stated in frustration. Imbellem placed his back against the wall and let himself slide to the floor. “I’m exhausted,” he uttered. “Exhausted?” Johannes inquired. “We slept only a little while ago!” “No, I mean emotionally exhausted,” Imbellem corrected. “Ah.” Johannes didn’t need to ask him what he meant; he knew precisely what he was feeling. “Can’t believe that girl,” Dwalin grumbled, speaking aloud what they were all thinking of. “Though now it makes sense why she joined us in the first place. Never did say. Or she’d just be vague about it.” Imbellem, still slouching on the floor, gazed upward at the ceiling, “I never really got to know her. But the whole thing is giving me trust issues.” “I don’t blame ya. That’s prol’ly a better state of mind in a place like this anyway. Humans cities. Hmph. There ne’er be this kind o’ fightin’ amongst dwarves, not between kin.” “That must be nice,” Imbellem earnestly commented. “You know. Not having your own kind try to kill you.” “Well we got goblins, orcs, an’ humans tryin’ to kill us instead.” He spoke the latter so stoically that Imbellem at first thought he was joking. Of course, he wasn’t, a fact Imbellem quickly came to. “Oh,” he responded, feeling obligated to atleast say something.

Deciding to turn back the conversation, Imbellem glanced at Jacqueline, “Sooo what do you think about this whole Taisiya thing?” Jacqueline didn’t reply. Instead, she remained crouched by a hole in the wall keeping an eye out for Mikael, impassive. Imbellem then realized she did indeed hear him, and was momentarily afraid he’d said something inappropriate, or hit a sensitive nerve. When Jacqueline didn’t say anything he decided not press it further. Imbellem eased back into a comfortable position, silent. Needless to say, that didn’t last long. “So shouldn’t Mikael be back by now?” “I think so,” Johannes replied. “It’s been, what?” “Six minutes,” Jacqueline answered flatly. She stood up and faced the others. “He should be back by now. I think- I think something didn’t go according to plan. . .”

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Knowledge Local ~ Nothing about Taisiya came to mind. She might not be local.

Sense Motive ~ They all appeared fairly distressed about this recent revelation, though some took it harder than others.]
[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline could feel the tooth gently enclosed in her palm. Even as the others spoke, she tenderly moved it between her fingers. It wasn't a particular special looking tooth. Pointed at one end, wide, and ivory-colored, it indeed looked like the canine tooth of a dog. Or a wolf? The idea that it was a wolf seemed unlikely, here in the city where there were tons of stray dogs, but the thought brought strange recollections to mind. Memories that sent tingling sensations down her skin. Were they even memories? Or just dreams? Sometimes, after a long time, it became hard to tell the two apart. _{"Did I ever find him?"}]
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[Private to DM Ryan: Before I leave I take note of the man and the elven women. I try to determine their skill, class, and equipment they have on them.]

I gather my spear and attempt to not make any noise. I slowly open the door. Peeking my head through I make sure there's no one approaching. Once I see that it's clear and with another flash of light from the door, I'm out. I turn the corner to return to the group while wiping sweat from my forehead.


[Private to DM Ryan: {13:12, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 21 using 1d20+3. Spot Check, for other people approaching; MQ.
13:11, Today: Secret Roll: Mikael Vaeltaja rolled 16 using 1d20+7. Listen Check, for other people approaching; MQ}]
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Mikael's unannounced entrance in the building caused Imbellem to jump with a squeak and reaching for his mace as he took quick steps toward the 'stranger' in the darkness. He made it almost halfway across the room before Dwalin extended his arm out, catching him in the gut, knocking the air out of him. Bloody dwarves... So short. And strong. Imbellem fell as the air escaped him, "Its Mikael, stupid. Relax." Uttered the dwarf. Looking up from his crumpled position he looked up at the half elf who stood snickering. Dwarves and elves can see better in the dark than a paranoid cleric. "Oh hey buddy," He coughed from the floor, waving his hand up toward him as he regained his lung capacity, "We were just about to burn the place down to save you... Literally." Imbellem raised up on shaking legs as Dwalin quickly reached down to grab his collar and quickly pulled up to his feet and held him steady for a moment until he was sure Imbellem could stand on his own. Imbellem simply patted the Dwarf's hand and nodded with an embarrassed grin. Looking back over at Mikael who whiped the sweat from his forhead he asked; "Well? What'd you see? whats going on?... did you learn anything? Where you followed??"

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Heal check on Mikael, check for wounds or signs of injury.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 17 using 1d20+6. Spot check on Mikael, physical marks or sign of struggle.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 13 using 1d20+6. Spot check windows for strangers.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using 1d20+5. Listen check for outside sounds.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Sense motive Mikael, truthful information
Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Knowledge Local on Warehouse .]
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[Private to DM Ryan: I don't even know who 'he' is. Whatever, it's only a dream.] Jacqueline shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked out past Mikael to see about anyone following him. "Allow me, boys," she whispered, glaring wide-eyed outside.


{22:42, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 26 using 1d20+8. Listen.
22:41, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Spot.}

Relieved and excited by Mikaek's successful return, I whisper loudly and eagerly.
"Mikael! You have returned! Are you unscathed? Were you followed? Did anyone see you?
Where you detained longer because of especially good information?
What did you hear? Any important conversations?
What did you see? How many are in there? What do they look like? - men of war? Mere dock workers? Pirates? What sort of supplies are in there that you saw? How did you sneak in? Were there guards by the doors?" A flurry of questions come forth from my mouth.
     I continue, "Could you tell who is in charge? Were there important documents we should acquire? Did you hear anything about the boar's tusk, Taisiya, Alldyde, Larlben, Kelden, Steyus, or any of their plans? Did you see or hear anything that could substantiate what Elora said? Is there perhaps truth to what she said?! Do we need to warn the forces of Kelden!?" My intensity builds with each question until I realize to ask, "Well, just tell me everything..." I chuckle to myself realizing the bombardment of questions. I guess it is understandable- this quest and events as of late has raised so many questions.

"Before we run in there again, we need to plan and all be in position! I am glad nothing happened to you. We did not discuss our plans if you are attacked or we are. There is so much to set up. Your scouting should allow us a much better perspective for set up though! Excellent!
     Speaking of planning and gathering knowledge before action, does this place seem familiar or do you all? Or do you have any other information on this place?I mean though any of your knowledge of living here?"
{Ie can you all with ranks in Knowledge Local, do a knowledge local check on this area or the pirates, or this warehouse}

"Also, if possible, I would like Dwalin and myself to get a look at the people inside. We will be best suited to tell if they are trained in the use of weapons and combat." {ie we have the highest knowledge adventure bonus and will be able to best tell what class and relative strength they are to us.}

"Noticing Lady Jacqueline's keen vision and hearing, I mention, "That is why you are our eyes and ears." I smile, please with her abilities.

As usual I stay alert of my surroundings:
{00:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
00:45, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}

I also consider if this is at all related to any history I remember, I remember what I have read about the history of pirates in the region:
{00:54, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Knowledge History, of this district and Pirates; MQ.}

I consider if my knowledge of history will shed any further light onto Taisiya. I also consider my knowledge of royalty and nobility if that might reveal any connections to Taisiya and any possible lineage.
{01:04, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20+1. Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty), of Taisiya; MQ.
01:03, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Knowledge History, Taisiya; MQ.}
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[Private to Mikael Vaeltaja: “Well, uh, goodbye,” said Mikael. “Alright,” Adwonus replied simply. Cautiously he turned to leave. As he did so, he received a cold glare from the elven woman in Adwonus’ company, her purple eyes affixed to him - an unpleasant gaze to say the least. He decided to avoid eye contact. Mikael stepped out the door and attempted to softly close it behind him.

And failed. The latch escaped from his fingers. By no means did it slam shut, but there was more sound than he intended.

His blood suddenly went hot. Not waiting to see the results, he turned and got the hell out of there. Hastily he moved out of the alcove, across the street, and to the old storefront where his other companions were still supposed to be. Reaching the front of the building, he pushed open the door and ducked inside. His chest swelled with relief at the sight of his companions.
]
Mikael crouched beneath the rotted boards remaining on the door frame and re-entered the abandoned store. The party felt an ease of tension. As they had listened to the soft patter of approaching footsteps, they knew it was likely their elven companion, but that slight uncertainty was enough to wring their muscles taut. In the darkness of the night, they imagined scenarios of a patrol or guard, some foe, stumbling upon them in their hiding place. Johannes whispered plans of attack to the others, and their fingers lingered closely by the handles of their weapons. But it was indeed Mikael. Upon seeing his countenance, the anxiety faded and was replaced by an effulgent curiosity to know his adventures.

He appeared unscathed and there was a trace of excitement in his features. “Sorry for my lateness. But something happened that’ll very much interest you. I-”

“Someone’s coming,” Dwalin interrupted, taking his eye away from a hole in the wall. “He’s right! Three people!” Jacqueline added.

Once again feelings of trepidation rippled through the party, and they swiftly drew weapons from their belts and backs. “Positions, positions!” Johannes commandingly whispered. Party members hastened to a general order among them, moving with difficulty through the debris laden ground. Mikael spoke over the mobilizing, “Oops. This is my bad. But it’s not what you guys think. You see. . .” The group of intruders were drawing closer, their soft footsteps scarcely discernable through the wall as the came round to the front. Johannes fixated his eyes on the entrance. “. . . I ran into someone, someone I didn’t expect. . .” Moonlight casted shadows inside the building as people stepped in front of the doorframe. A face peered inside.

“Yes, definitely unexpected,” spoke Adwonus.