Bright light was blinding. Jacqueline lifted a hand in front of her eyes to block out the sun. She squinted and peered through her slightly spaced fingers. The door hung wide open, and the mid-afternoon sun shined directly through it casting a ray of brightness in the shape of a door across the tavern room. The figure standing in the doorway was a mere silhouette, blackened by the sun at his back. But Jacqueline knew exactly who he was. That voice had become familiar, unforgettable.

She felt strange when she heard that voice now, as though her emotions could no longer agree on how to react. There was pain. She’d had a father for a day, but just a day. It was a time cut short because of that voice. But even though she’d lost a father, she’d gained a mother that very same day, a real mother. Thoughts of loss were so closely entwined with an inner warmth that her mind could not seem to tell them apart. They struggled to separate, or one overpower the other, but both were so potent that they persisted in equal strength. It was a conflicted feeling. So yes, there was pain. But there was also joy.

That voice of course belonged to Adwonus. Jacqueline could not forget that mere hours ago they’d been locked in a room together, forced into unpleasant company. In hindsight, she could see that that had been good for her, to help unravel those conflicting feelings. But at times, it seemed almost dangerous to look into her own thoughts. It would have been so easy to give into the hate. The closeness she came frightened her. That entire side of her frightened her. Her whole life had been hardship from the time she’d been small. Nothing ever came easy but always in the harshest way. Yet throughout all that time, she’d never let herself be consumed by despair and anger, yet it always lingered in a dark corner of the mind, always present, barely there.

Wisps of cloud in the sky drifted over the sun, and the silhouette dimmed into the clear personage of Adwonus. His burgundy leather armor and cloak clashed with the dull green color of his skin, a contrast of color he seemed to prefer, as though he was bragging about his distinction from humanity. Small tusks peaked out from his lower jaw though there weren't nearly as large as a full-blooded orc’s. His face still had the rough features of an orc with pronounced jaw and cheekbones, but they were rounded only slightly. Rarely his expression was anything except stoic, a cold impassivity Adwonus seemed to apply toward everything, especially humans. But for a brief moment, Jacqueline was surprised; with the dimming of the sunlight, she caught an unusual fullness in Adwonus’ eyes. They seemed so emotive, reflecting a passion in the most human way. For a split second they made eye contact. He must’ve realized he was betraying himself, for he immediately blinked away his expression. Once more his countenance returned to something neutral and cold.

“You wanted to talk about something?” Johannes said. Jacqueline had almost forgotten herself in thought. She snapped back to the moment. Johannes sat across the table from her with his hand still grasping a mug of ale. Like the rest of their companions, his head was turned toward Adwonus, wondering what to make of his sudden return. Johannes was already pushing aways his plate and putting things back in his backpack when Adwonus replied, “We need to talk.” With deliberate casualness, Johannes got up from the bench and walked toward Adwonus at the door. Always ready to do the talking, Jacqueline thought to herself as she watched Johannes depart. “Well, better him than me I guess,” she spoke aloud at barely a whisper. She grabbed her own mug and took a long sip. It was a bittersweet brew. And there was something else flavoring it. Pumpkin? The door closed shut as Adwonus and Johannes stepped outside. Good thing too; the sun was in her eyes again.

Imbellem, feeling rather proud of himself, cleans up his fiddle and begins to pack his belongings, putting a small portion of his earnings into a small pouch on his belt. Still not quite sure what to make of this half orc, he keeps a close eye on him, especially his weapon arm. Looking at Lady Jacqueline as Johannes and Adwonus walk to have a private conversation, he asks, "Whats the deal between you guys? Seems kinda hostile around here when he's around.."

Before I step outside, I respond to the others.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood:
When I turn away from Adwonus, a stern look is on my face. It is evident that there is frustration at this additional delay. "Get you things, pack to leave. We cannot keep getting delayed. We know our objective, we must pursue it. I do not know what this is all about, but I am not about to get embroiled in some fruitless delay. Be prepared to move out in 10 minutes. Keep an eye and ear out for attacks... like why Adwonus wants me to step outside?"

(In case you all do not recall, since it was a month ago, our current objective was to: find Kelden and warn him as soon as possible, about the impending attack on his hidden headquarters, now discovered somehow by the enemy. We know the key to finding him is hidden within the secrets of the map. We are proceeding to the nearest 'point P' (the circled area indicated next to the nearest 'P" on the map) to determine if its location could tell us anything about what it means on the map. We need to tell Kelden of the attack before tomorrow, and hopefully before tonight (so they have time to prepare).]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I also whisper to Lady Jacqueline, "Could you finish packing my things while I talk to Adwonus, I am concerned about what this will be about. I am going to speak to him for us, so you can finish putting away the map slyly (unless you are finished already)."]

"Alright Adwonus, what did you wish to speak about? Can you speak here or shall we step just outside the door? It appears urgent whatever it is. Be concise, we need to be on our way, we have spent enough time at this inn already." I walk outside if so indicated, with my quarterstaff in hand.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood:
{If I am asked to step outside I motion for Mikael to join me and make a judgement of what Adwonus says/what his intentions are (i.e. make 2 SENSE MOTIVE checks).}]

[Private to DM Ryan:
I watch and listen for adversaries outside the door.
{15:42, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Listen Check for adversaries outside.
15:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Spot Check for adversaries outside.}

I sense Adwonus motive of asking me to step outside, and of what this 'important' new problem is.
{15:47, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 10 using 1d20. Sense Motive, Adwonus, What is this new big delay all about?
15:47, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20. Sense Motive, Adwonus, why does he want to have me step outside?}

I stay aware of my surroundings, especially Adwonus possible hostility.
{15:49, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situation Awareness; MQ.
15:49, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situation Awareness; MQ.}]
This message was last edited by the player at 21:13, Wed 11 Feb 2015.

In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 2):



[Private to DM Ryan: 15:52, Today: Imbellem Tueri rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Sense motive for Adwanus
15:53, Today: Imbellem Tueri rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Spot Check on Surroundings.
15:57, Today: Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Listen Check on surroundings.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 8 using 1d20+6. Sense motive for Adwanus reason to go outside.
Imbellem Tueri rolled 25 using 1d20+5. Listen check on Adw. And Joh. Conversation.]

[Private to not Adwonus Swillman; DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood: Still being slightly uncomfortable with the situation, Imbellem quickly packs the remainder of his things, and trails behind Johannes and Adwanus. The sudden movement was made apparent to Johannes, as he turned, though not all the way to let Imbellem know that he was aware of his following the two in secret. Seeing as he didnt stop him, Imbellem felt that this was acceptable to the paladin. Simply being worried about worried about the outcome of the conversation, but being careful to stay out of sight, he raises an index finger toward the remaining members as he trails behind the two men, standing behind door frames and other bar patrons to try to listen to the conversation. Weapon at his side and at the ready. He still doesn.t know what to make of this half orc man..]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:22, Fri 13 Feb 2015.

Adwonus spoke.

[Private to Herr Johannes; Mikael Vaeltaja: The half orc brings Herr outside and finds a quiet place free of prying ears. When he feels it is safe he opens his mouth.
"I got some new words for you all to hear. Delcor lied, the pirates don't rule the roost. They're just entangled with Herrod's economy. The city depends on a lotta their 'activities'. It's not Delcor who is fit to rule. As it turns out, when the last ruler died, he had no heir. The king himself had to appoint the next house. It wasn't easy, and in the king chose Steyus. Delcor is bein' a poor sport. He's started these riots, played up the pirate's involvement in the economy into secrete leadership, and has turned half the city into canon fodder for his own gains.  If we were to go to all out war with the pirates, the city's entire economy would collapse. From what I hear, Steyus intends to slowly loosen their grip on trade once this has blown over. But for now, here my words: Delcor was not chosen by the king to lead, and therefore ain't right to rule. Gods know what will happen if he succeeds. I don't want to think about the king's reaction. Delcor needs to be captured, not assisted."

The half orc pauses before finishing the speech, taking in the paladin's mood, hoping he will listen."Things are never that apparent. Just because some one is playing the 'rebel' does not make them in the right. No matter how much they pander to everyone's idealism, it means nothing if it ain't true. Course the rebel leader's gonna come of as nice and charasmatic. He wouldn't have gotten this far if he'd been a hard ass. I'm asking all of you to take this in. I'll swear by Obad Hai that I'm not lying. Ol' Delcor's your villain. What good person causes this kinda Hell? People are bein' murdered all across the city. It's anarchy. You need to tell the party the rest of this. They won't listen to me. Heh. "]
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:14, Fri 13 Feb 2015.

I converse with Adwonus.

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; Mikael Vaeltaja: I remain concentrated, thoughtful and calm as we speak. I furrow my brow in thought of the previous statement as I consider it, with a serious look on my face. "I do not doubt that you are being honest to the best of your knowledge. Tell me where you acquired this information. And where they acquired it from if possible. You seemed to come by it exceedingly rapidly."]

[Private to GM: Would this conversation include Mikael, because I motioned him to join me?

I sense Adwonus motive in telling me this-
Does he truly believe this information.
{22:24, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20. Sense Motive, Adwonus -does he believe himself; MQ.}
What is his true motive here.
{22:24, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20. Sense Motive, Adwonus -what is his true motive; MQ.}

I look into Adwonus' eyes, searching for his intent... {22:37, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Adwonus eyes; MQ.} I would guess it is hones to himself, but whether I believe that the information he was told is true is weighed against his past experience and my familiarity with my cousin, Kelden. Biff's journal did say something about those pirates. But if anything I would think the pirates are trying to infiltrate Kelden's organization to depose him and keep Steyus, their puppet, in power. Perhaps there is truth in his words, but which part... Perhaps I need a second opinion.
     If no one from our group has joined me yet, I will look in the inn and ask for one of them to come out. (I will say more after Adwonus next post- this is a reminder to me of what I will do next.)]
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:12, Fri 13 Feb 2015.

Adwonus stood calmly.

[Private to Herr Johannes; Mikael Vaeltaja: The half orc crosses his arms before speaking. "My source is reliable. She is a woman I have worked with for years. She's also told me herself that her loyalty is to keeping people safe. She's older than Steyus. Her lands fell victim to this same kind of chaos and she has dedicated her life to keeping it form happening elsewhere. I trust her."]
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:11, Fri 13 Feb 2015.

Lady Jacqueline sits in her sit, pondering.

[Private to DM Ryan: She reclines a little, inching her way to the edge of her seat to spy on Adwonus and Herr Johannes' conversation. Making sure to stay out of sight, she follows them and keeps her eyes wary of any trouble or weapons to be drawn. Her ears listened carefully to their message.

{20:52, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
20:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.
20:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.}]

Sword clinking against his thigh as he moved, Herr Johannes walked toward the door. Adwonus waited patiently, holding the door open and allowing a gentle breeze to slip into the room. Johannes locked eye contact with his old party member, who responded with his ever stoic gaze. As Johannes approached, Adwonus nodded his head toward outside, motioning for a more private place to speak. Johannes paused and glanced back at the table, “Mikael, can you come with me? I’d like a second opinion in all this.” He turned and faced Adwonus, almost challengingly. “I take it that’s alright?” His dull green face remained impassive, calculating, and he finally gave a grudging nod. Mikael jogged up to them a moment later, still chewing a last bite of bread from the table, and all three stepped outside into the city streets.

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; Herr Johannes; Mikael Vaeltaja: Mikael closed the door behind them, and they stepped a few feet to the side, in front of the alley that ran next to the tavern. Adwonus glanced between Mikael and Herr Johannes before speaking, “Just hear me out, and try to keep a level head, alright?” He spoke his piece, and for a few minutes, they conversed {PMs now available to Mikael Vaeltaja}. Herr Johannes took a moment to think, leaning on the wall of the tavern and pondering what Adwonus had said. But he was briefly interrupted by a familiar squawking from above. Squawk. Red with blue and yellow wings, Johannes’ parrot fluttered down from the sky; Johannes straightened his back  and made room for the pet on his shoulder pad. It landed comfortably on the leather armored perch. Starting to appreciate the bird’s company, Johannes stroked the feathers along its chest. “Hey parrot whom I’ve yet to name. Enjoy your exercise?” Lifting one of its wings, the bird casually began cleaning itself.

Adwonus snorted and said, “I hear parrots don’t live long here. Boys shoot them down with arrows for sport.” The bird ceased cleaning and screeched “Live long, live long!” Mikael smirked at the parrot, “Heh, he seems to disagree with you.” The parrot craned its neck and stretched out its wings before folding them back up. “He’s fairly smart. I think he’ll be alright,” Johannes added. “And he might even prosper with all the fruit trees that grow around the city.” Giving the bird a skeptical glance, Adwonus simply shrugged. Squawk. The parrot repeated, “Live long and prosper!” Johannes laughed, and then said, “He sure learns words quickly enough.” “Meh, it’s just an animal,” Adwonus sneered. As the parrot seemed to doze off on his shoulder, Johannes had to admit that the bird didn’t seem all that smart, though it learned words almost as soon as they were said. Perhaps the creature was more lucky than smart, Johannes wondered. Either way, it made for pleasant company.

“Back to the matter at hand,” Adwonus pressed. “The truth about Steyus and Delcor - I’ve told you what I know. Now, what say you?” Johannes took a deep breath before finally uttering, “I’m going to have to tell the party first.” Adwonus smirked as though he knew something he didn’t; he nodded head toward the front door of the tavern, “No need. They’re just on the other side of the door.” Suddenly, the knob slipped open and Imbellem and Jacqueline tumbled out into the street falling on top of each other, with Dwalin and Taisiya standing just behind them.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Taisiya Northwood: When the door closed, a sudden, resounding belch escaped Imbellem. “You know, I was thinking things were pretty tense there, but I was wrong - was just gas.” Dwalin sprayed out the ale he was drinking and burst into an uproarious laughter. Imbellem grinned widely, “But in all serious, shouldn't we like, follow them or something?” Lady Jacqueline was already hastily donning her backpack; her countenance was cold and serious, having paid no attention to Imbellem’s humor. “Yes, we should,” she spoke in a low tone, standing up from the table. Imbellem wiped off his lingering smile and swung his legs out over the bench, “I’ll come with you.” She acknowledged him with a stiff nod. He was still a new party member to her, unproven, untested. But she extended him enough trust in this.

The two crept toward the closed entrance to the tavern. Furniture was still propped against the windows from the fear of looters earlier that day, but daylight still shone over the top and through cracks in the piled wood. Jacqueline peaked through a gap between two stacks of chairs, trying to catch where their companions had gone off to. Meanwhile, moving his shaggy hair out of the way, Imbellem placed his ear against the door. After a moment, he whispered, “I can hear them, kind of. They’re just around the corner.” Taking silent steps, Jacqueline crouched next to him and set her ear against the wood as well. Imbellem took deep breaths as he tried to listen, and Jacqueline wrinkled her brow in annoyance. “Be quiet!" she said in a hushed voice. “Sorry,” Imbellem replied, and immediately began holding his breath. Realizing that wasn't going to last very long, he started breathing through his hands, which didn't seem to muffle them at all. Jacqueline rolled her eyes. “Just stay focused and listen.”]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Voices seeped through the wall. To Jacqueline’s frustration, whenever the bartender set a glass on the counter, the vibration seemed to travel all the way to the door and drown out the words. She pulled her auburn hair back and carefully put her ear near the hinges, having to make do. A voice, undoubtedly Adwonus, said,  "I got some new words for you all to hear. Delcor lied, the pirates don't rule the roost. . . The king himself had to appoint the next house. It wasn't easy, and in the king chose Steyus. Delcor is bein' a poor sport. He's started these riots, played up the pirate's involvement in the economy into secret leadership, and has turned half the . . .hear my words: Delcor was not chosen by the king to lead, and therefore ain't right to rule. Gods know what will happen if he succeeds. I don't want to think about the king's reaction. Delcor needs to be captured, not assisted. . . I'm asking all of you to take this in. I'll swear by Obad Hai that I'm not lying. Ol' Delcor's your villain. What good person causes this kinda Hell? People are bein' murdered all across the city. It's anarchy. You need to tell the party the rest of this. They won't listen to me. Heh.” Jacqueline immediately recognized Johannes’ tone, a measure of voice he always took when he was trying to restrain his passion. “Tell me where you acquired this information. And where they acquired it from if possible. You seemed to. . .” “. . .My source is reliable. She is a woman I have. . . happening elsewhere. I trust her."]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Taisiya Northwood: Imbellem gave his full attention to listening; likewise, Jacqueline carefully caught what words she could. After a few minutes Dwalin and Taisiya approached them at the door. “So what’s happening?” Dwalin asked. Imbellem almost let out a squeak, having been too rapt in his task to notice them. “Listen,” Jacqueline simply replied. Johannes’ voice cut through, “I’m going to have to tell the party first.” Adwonus responded, his tone calm and collected, “No need. They’re just on the other side of the door.” Leaning too heavily on the door, the knob suddenly slipped open beneath Imbellem’s ear, and both he and Jacqueline went tumbling out into the street.]

Imbellem pulled a pinned arm out from beneath Jacqueline, and pushed himself off his stomach. Some dirt from the cobbled stone remained in his shaggy hair. From his knees, he glanced at Adwonus, Johannes, and Mikael, who stood at the side of the building giving the snooping bunch a disapproving stare. Jacqueline hastily got up on her feet while Dwalin and Taisiya stepped out behind them, Dwalin shaking his head. Imbellem coughed and rubbed the dirt from his hair before awkwardly waving, “Oh hey there. Nice day isn't it?”


[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Jacqueline
Spot ~ The three walked out the door and turned somewhere to the right.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Johannes
Sense Motive ~ No doubted Adwonus believed what he was saying was true. But there was something else in his tone. It wasn't deception, but rather a concern for you, as though he was concerned for your well-being.
Spot & Listen ~ Looked clear.
Other Spot ~ Adwonus had a hint of passion in his eyes when he mentioned his informant, a rare thing to see on Adwonus.]

[Private to Imbellem Tueri: Imbellem
Sense Motive ~ Although Adwonus was typically stoic, there was a tone of concern in his voice. For your well-being perhaps?
Spot & Listen ~ Looked clear.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:15, Fri 13 Feb 2015.

The party of three, leaning on the outside wall looking at the young cleric. Noticing that his last jab a humor was a miss, he simply rose to his feet, bushing off dust and picking small stones from his hair and armor. "You know what they say," Says Imbellem, nervously looking over to the small party of Adwonus, Johannes, and Mikael. "From dust we were created, and from dust we shall return." A smile creeps along his face, "Just getting more familiar with where I came from, you know?" The group sat in silence. "Lying is below you cleric." Gruffly states the half orc. Leaning partially sideways to look directly at Adwonus, "Hello again my friend!" he says with a wave "Id say youre looking well!" The half orc huffs and looks away from the cleric, obviously annoyed by his presence. Quickly snapping to attention he turns his attention to Johannes. "Ser Johannes, may I have a private word please? Real quick." Imbellem turns around to face Lady Jacqueline with an embarrassed face, gritting his teeth and simply mouths the words "sorry"

After seeing the party fall out the door together like some sort of comic routine I could not help but laugh, bringing an aire of lightness to a serious moment. It is refreshing- those moments I mean. The life of a warrior can be a serious and intense one. "I heard wisdom from an old battle brother of mine- cherish those moments of laughter and joy as a brief respite- as water from a cool mountain stream on a hot day." [Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood: "There were many times like this out in the field while riding in Vaterland. The best berries grow up there, out in the sun warmed fields in the mountains. Ahh, good memories."]
     But I digress, Yes Imbellum, you may have a word with me in private. If you all will excuse me." I say these words with a polite and practiced bow. Even though my words carry a clear accent or what we would call Germanic they always seem to be well spoken.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:03, Mon 16 Feb 2015.

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 11):

[Private to Herr Johannes: Putting his arm over the shoulder of the paladin as he walks next to him, Imbellem turns his back on the group, to make sure they couldnt be heard. He turns with a smile and an extended hand as if to say, 'this will just be a second'. As he faces Johannes, his mood changes to a more serious tone. "I dont know what happend with the group and this man. I want you to know, personally, I dont trust him. He makes me uncomfortabe and he always bring an air of... darkness. Im not sure..." Johannes begins to turn, as if to assume this means the cleric saw through a lie told by Adwanus. "However" Imbellem continues, causing the man to stop in a rather confused way. "I am sorry, but I listened though the door and heard every word. I may seem like a goofball, or a joke to you all perhaps, that may be the way i want it; but I have been around in my travels and know a great many things. Such as when a man is lying or not." Leaning in closer to whisper to the paladin, "I believe he his telling the truth. His usual tone of grumpyness, was not in his words. He was genuine, almost worried for your safety. Perhaps he is more human than he likes to believe."]
This message was last edited by the player at 16:32, Sun 15 Feb 2015.

I converse with Imbellem privately.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood:
{NOTE: I am including everyone (I trust in our party that is) in the conversation to give them more context. I normally would take some more time to edit and such, but alas, I only have a short amount of time for this. The first part is spoken toward Imbellum, but alpplies to you all. If it would reveal something someone should not know outside of Imbellem, let me know (Imbellem), but I believe it is fine.}

"I would agree with you Imbellum. No need to apologize about listening through the door, that was exactly the right thing to do. I had no idea if he wanted to try to ambush me or just speak to me, you listening at the door provides that extra measure of safety, awareness, and opinion. Your opinion is exactly what I wanted to hear on the matter. Mikael did not seem to have much to add, at least for now. Probably pondering it as we speak, but no matter, because he is keeping Adwonus busy and over there." I look up a moment to see if everyone is by the door (away from us) assumably they (really just Adwonus) are and so I continue speaking. "as I said I would agree with you on both counts, he seeks to be moral I perceive, but his morality has a different basis and definition from ours. I believe he is being genuine, but I think his information was meant to be misleading (by whoever gave it to him) or it was believed by the teller, yet they too are mistaken. We cannot continue to be delayed from our mission, many lives depend on it, and we have already made our assessment from the information we have and know to be true.
     There is another thing. Adwonus described the person who told him, and I think I know who it is. An elven woman, who helped him assassinate Larlben, she has a minor reputation in these parts- at least I think that is where we heard of her (her reputation). There is little doubt in my mind though, that she helped assassinate Larlben, and so to me her information is as good as lies. We must continue with our mission, but we must somehow handle Adwonus. I would assume him and this she-elf will be trailing us and make us their next target if they think we are going to help Kelden. I think Adwonus might change, but she is a definite threat. I believe Jacqueline could tell you more about her. I am still not far from saying this elf would be deserving of death after Larlben's murder. Adwonus, as you likely know already, told me to tell the group, because they will listen to me more likely than him. He is right about that, but I will proceed to tell them the more complete picture... such as the source.
     I should actually just call them over to hear what I told you. I think we should all just talk about this right now if possible."]

I take a moment and shout to the party:
"Alright!, everyone, come near, I need to inform you of some news. If you would give us a moment Adwonus." I give a respectful nod toward Adwonus. As he gives us a moment.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood:
     "I would be interested to hear everyones' thoughts on this: Adwonus told me that he has 'on good authority' - that is authority from the woman who helped him assassinate Larlben from what I can tell, that supposedly Kelden is behind the pirate violence and this is a ruse to take all the city from being competitors with the pirates to subjects of the pirates. Secretly, he says, Kelden is working with them to take over. He says the pirates hold only certain businesses and companies, but no real power currently- we all know that is misinformation don't we. We have seen with our eyes, felt with our hands, the subjugation.
     Lets even just go with what we know. Kelden says he fights for the city, Steyus assassinates his competitors, I am less inclined to trust Steyus. Kelden may have part of his organization infiltrated, but Kelden would not do this. This is more work of the pirates misinformation I think. I know there is an evil hidden within them that has to do with this- I would say it has direct relation to the new secret Pirate Lord
     I need from all of you (that is: Mikael, Dwalin, Jacqueline, Taisiya, Imbellum), 1. your thoughts on the matter: such as how to proceed, if you believe him, if you understand what he said. I also need to know now if that was any of you who did not hear what was said. If you did not hear, we who heard, will fill in the blanks. {That means help each other out people :)}
     And keep an eye and ear out for trouble while we talk."

{21:36, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.
21:35, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Situational Awareness; MQ.}]

In reply to johannes [Private to Herr Johannes; Imbellem Tueri; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Mikael Vaeltaja; Taisiya Northwood: well I didn't really hear any of what adwonus said, I was still drinking my ale. Honestly, I don't really know who is right in this situation, but I do know that adwonus has been dishonest and killed larlben, so I'm inclined not to trust him. Either way I don't feel like putting my life on the line for either of these causes, but I like a good fight and you are my only friends around here so I'll help you.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:14, Mon 16 Feb 2015.

[Private to DM Ryan: {02:14, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Spot Check.
02:13, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 13 using 1d20+8. Listen Check.}]

Lady Jacqueline folds her arms and angrily purses her lips, gripping Herr Johannes' elbow for just a moment. [Private to Herr Johannes: "I know whom he speaks of," she whispers to Johannes. "And she's an assassin. She cannot be trusted. My brother and I happened upon her before we caught back up with you here."] Her brow furrows. [Private to Herr Johannes: "I don't want anything to do with Adwonus anymore. He's caused nothing but trouble and keeps getting in the way of our own objective. You," she locks her gaze with Johannes, "and I both know that Kelden would never pair himself with Pirates or such vermin. It's not of his personality to take such a side, and so lowly. My best guess is to leave him alone and allow for him to stay in hiding. If we happen to come across one of his minions, we can carefully send him a message." She closes her eyes and sighs, trying not to escalate above her hushed whisper. "But I am not willing to trust that half-orc any more than he is willing to trust me; which, I know he doesn't."]

Imbellem leaned forward and and shook his hair like a wet dog drying his fur; the last of the dust and small stones trickled onto the ground. Likewise, Jacqueline padded a few spots on her shoulders clean. “Well, that wasn’t the most graceful thing we’ve done,” Jacqueline said dryly. Imbellem chuckled and replied, “It wasn’t the least graceful thing I’ve done either. Once, I was at the court of Proxai, see? And there they served wine in fancy, glass goblets that were like, 100 years old. I think 27 were destroyed in the accident which-” “Ahem,” Herr Johannes interrupted. “That sounds like quite a story but let’s save it for another time.” Imbellem gave a brief facial expression of embarrassment at his rambling, “Right.” As Johannes concluded a few more words with Adwonus, Dwalin gently nudged Imbellem in the side and whispered, “Seriously, tell me that tale tonight. I’ve seen the sultan of Proxai, and I’d love to hear about the expression on that smug little face of his.” Imbellem grinned, "It's a good one, but in short, I can't go to Proxai anymore."

“If you would give us a moment, Adwonus?” Johannes finally said. Adwonus merely shrugged and meandered to the wall where he leaned up against it and folded his arms. “Thanks,” Johannes replied, regardless of the lack of verbal response. Johannes motioned to the party with his hands to follow him. His companions followed him a few steps away, and they stood together in a circle, speaking in low tones. After only a couple minutes of conversing, they broke their huddle and returned to Adwonus, who gazed uncaringly at southern sky. At their return, he ceased leaning on the wall and squarely faced them. “Well?” he demanded with slight impatience. “We’ve decided, I believe,” Johannes replied, glancing around at the others to see if there was any sign of contestation. When no one spoke up, he continued, “We’ve decided we can’t trust what you’ve told us just yet, not enough to base our actions off of. We’re leaving to continue pursuing our mission. If you find some hard evidence, well, we’ll see.” Johannes pushed the strap of his backpack further up his shoulder, trying not to disturb the parrot sitting on his other, and nodded to his companions. “We’re leaving. Goodluck Adwonus.” Adwonus leaned back on the wall and simply shook his head in disapproval. Seeing he wasn’t going to say anything else, Johannes turned and started walking down the street; recognizing their time here was at an end, the other party members followed. Adwonus didn’t even watch them as they got further down the road. When they turned a corner a short ways down, Adwonus was cut from view, and the party was split.

[Private to not Adwonus Swillman: Jacqueline was the first to speak, “Do you think it’s safe just leaving him like that? You know it won’t be the last time we see him again.” “I don’t know,” Johannes replied. The small street they were on merged into one of the main roads that led straight westbound to the Twin Bridges. Looking behind them toward the east, they could see the gatehouse again a few minutes of travel away, now under rebel control. From here they could see a new, large teal banner hanging above the portcullis, but the symbol on it was indiscernible from this distance. Townsfolk were finally returning to the streets and a small train of horse-drawn wagons passed them by toward the gatehouse. Johannes wondered if the rebels would let them pass, or perhaps they meant to cut off the castle and noble district from supplies. Though, they didn’t really have time for a siege. That portion of the city would have more than enough supplies to last a month, let alone a day, and it was only tomorrow when the full uprising was supposed to take place. . . or Kelden’s capture if the party didn’t warn him first.

Johannes reached into his backpack and pulled out the map. “We’re getting close to the ‘P’ marking,” he said. The road took them past the arena, a large colosseum made of stone, built right on the coast of the bay. It was clearly empty now. The city was too at war with itself for games of war. As they passed the arena, they were finally close enough to the bay that they could see water through the gaps between buildings. The surface of the Bay of Andor rippled beneath the wind, constant waves that marred the water all the way to Lower Herrod on the other side. Johannes suddenly put up a hand, his eyes fixed on the map held in his other; he pointed to the north side of the road, opposite the bay.

There were two buildings, one was a general merchant shop and the other looked like a warehouse for shipped goods. They were tall, and between them ran a shadowed but wide alley. In a soft voice, Johannes said, “We’ve been here before.” The statement caught the others by surprise. He took a few steps and peered down the alley. Not far down he saw a sign and beneath it a stairs that led downward alongside the passage; from here he could barely see the door at the base, leading beneath the warehouse. The sign only had the picture of a smiling dolphin carved on it. “Do you remember?” asked Johannes of the others. “We saw this when we first left Castle Herrod, way back.” “Yea,” muttered Dwalin in agreement. Imbellem blankly glanced between them before asking, “What is it?” Johannes turned to face him, his tone low. “It’s a pirate cove.”]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: "Fools. All Fools,” Adwonus muttered to himself. “Yes, they are.” Adwonus glanced up and saw Pyrra casually walking toward him, now only a few feet away. Briefly, Adwonus wondered where she might’ve been hiding - the roof perhaps? He continued, “I’ve gone out of my way enough for them. You’d think at least one would have the sense to listen. They follow that paladin’s charismatic speech blindly.” Pyrra put a hand on his shoulder, “One thing I’ve learned in my life is that those in the front never see the full picture, for they rarely bother to think on something from an angle other than their own.” He glanced up at her, nodding at the wisdom. At last, she smiled, “I’ve freed myself from my duties this day. I’m here to help you.”]
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Imbellem stood and looked at the group for a moment in silence. "So that means..." he said, holding his chin in thought, "That all of the P markings should be Pirate coves then right?... There sure are a bunch of them..." Suddenly his eyes widened as if struck with a ingenious plan. Extending the hand that was previously resting on his chin and pointing at the group, reviling a goofy smile, He said, "What if we were to go in there - LET ME FINISH!" He added with volume as he noticed many of the members begin to say something in response to his plan. "Obviously we would stick out like a sore thumb in there, looking the way we do now" He said as he began pacing the ground in front of the group, "We would need disguises..." He said looking around.
"Look! Its perfect!" He said, beginning to walk out of the alley and in front of the two buildings. "A general good store! All we  need to do is purchase some crappy clothes, you know, unless you have something grubby with you now, and walk in like we belong there." He said, confidence beginning to drain from his speech. "That is..." he added in a worried voice, "I have no idea who this cove belongs too... If what that Orc said was true, then perhaps they would be willing to listen to us if we told them they were being played by a puppet master orchestrating this whole worthless loss of blood?"

[Private to DM Ryan: Imbellem Tueri rolled 15 using 1d20+6. Spot Check on Surroundings
Imbellem Tueri rolled 16 using 1d20+5. Listen Check on surroundings (for strangers, also for the spot check. Forgot to be specific again)]

[Private to DM Ryan; Mikael Vaeltaja: Nice roll there buddy. Cmon in, the waters fine haha]
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In reply to Imbellem Tueri (msg # 17):

As they walk away The half orc says one final thing. "You have no solid evidence for your claim either. As you walk, know this. Every murder, every rape, every little crime committed during this chaos is on you. You support this."
the half orc spits into the ground.

[Private to DM Ryan: When Pyrra appears he speaks to her. "Maybe I should have just killed them as they slept. I don't really know. He turns to her. I thank you for the help, and I trust that what you have told me is true. Can we gain more support. I feel if this comes to blows we alone will not be enough to take them. We need to be smart. I know that they will likely head for the market to buy a bunch of last minute supplies they should already have. That should slow them a bit.... Pyrra, do you know of Delcor's location?"
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A slight smirk comes across my face at the idea of a plan and some action. "Well it's not a totally crazy idea." I take a quick look at the party, "Haha, I suppose we really don't look like the pirate type at the moment. Does anyone have any idea what we're walking into? We also need a reason to be there in case any is suspicious of us."

I turn away from the others and focus my attention on the pirate cove. Standing straight and almost unmoving for a moment, I take in everything around me making observations of everything I can while I gather my thoughts. I turn back around to the group. "Here's an even crazier idea... What if we could take this cove? If not take it over, then just take it out. It might give us a huge upper hand if we could pull off something like that."