Khidran looks at Rjak’s sword ”Wow, that is one impressing sword I especially like the runes, makes it look really special” he looks for a waitress wanting to order some breakfast “Well meet Damion Forestor I appreciate your friendliness” he smiles respectfully and turns to Kalmir “Yes, I am a sorceror, but as most elves I also have training in sword fighting and the likes …”. He makes a small whistle and out of his backpack comes a weasel; it curiously inspects the strangers using its sense of smell before curling up in Khidran’s lap “This here is Soe, she has been with me most of her life, I found her when she was only a few weeks old, sadly her mother was killed by lizards who used her for supper” closer inspection reveals Soe’s ears are moving so she is obviously listening.
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Rjak wriggled his fingers at the weasil and put his sword away.  He listened to the others talk.  "Two seasons isn't that bad really.  Not when you think of all the work that has to be done.  And I for one wouldn't necessarily mind the chance to train some new blood in my Thayvian battle techniques."

Kalmir smiles uneasily at Khidran and continues to eat.

Another gentleman approaches the table. He is a well dressed man well into his middle years with an easy smile. He bows and introduces himself as Master Thanistra before saying;

I couldn't help but notice that you all seem to be warriors. I am in need of such men because I plan to strike out into the wilds in search of legendary prey and I could use some additional protection. Are you interested? Or should I take my leave?

At the mention of the wilderness Damion perked up.
"What is is it you will be hunting? I could use some time closer to my mistress once again."

Yes Kalmir came in right behind the cleric, Waterdeep nice but city too big and full of noise. What you hunt?

Its a rare creature, I think its more commly called a "Spiked Drake". It only shows up in these parts every 10 years. Its a fearsome creature and I couldn't take it down with my usual guides and retainers. But I want its head to display it above my fire-place. My lodge buddies wouldn't have a thing onme then! He says triumphantly.

Kalmir not want hunt beast for sport.

Damion's brow furrowed slightly.
"I have to agree. My mistress Mielikki would not approve of me taking one of her creatures out of sport. If it were causing damage to the locals I would be more willing but if it mearly to get a trophy then I will have to say I will pass."

A pity that. The man says with genuine pity in his voice. He bows and goes back to his own table. There he orders more wine and digs into his breakfast.

Ok you can vote on existing ones or I may have to whip up another adventure. If you want me to do that feel free to make a suggestion or two about what you would like.

Rjak rises after finishing his coffee.  He drops a couple of copper coins on the table and then quietly leaves while the others are talking to the hunter.  Leaving he immediately takes a big gust of the cold air and winces.  Bah! I hate the cold!  I hate the friggen Auril-damned snow too.  Shaking out the cold, Rjak continues on to go find those priests, careful to keep the sword of his at the hip.


OOC - If you do another, I want a more urban based setting.  Attacking a thieves guild, tracking down an assassin into a barricaded mansion, bodyguarding a witness to a high crime, something like that.
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OOC: I like that idea. I'll do it up.

Snow swirls around your feet and the bitter wind whips your cloaks about, threatening to tear if off at times. But visibility is good and you soon see the Priests leave another tavern just up the road from you. It takes a moment for you to get within hailing distance and they stop and turn after you shout at them a few times.

I’m assuming you are asking about the particulars of the guard duty;

Yes we are seeking able bodied warriors. The terms of service is a tenday up to two seasons and we pay 10 gp a day! There are many who would see this effort fail and I will not lie to you sir; you will see battle and you will see it often if you sign up for a tour of service. And that is not all; there may be other dangers as well. So far the acts of sabotage committed have been many and varied and mostly horrific. If it were not for the grace of our god it would have already failed but the choice is up to you sir. Come to our Temple if you want to sign up. Lathanders blessings are upon your sir. The last is said with a ritualistic feel to it and they continue on there way if you have no further questions.

You are under the effects of the Bless spell

Rjak feels uncomfortable feeling the blessing of another god.  He lets it be known too.  "I do not follow Lathander.  Oghma has my loyalty, and one day I will learn much from the master of knowledge.  I have terms.  Who would I speak to regarding my conditions?"

Khidran nodded in agreement with his newfound companions, he wasn’t one for hunting creatures for sport, especially creatures he didn’t know.  He left Soe with Kalmir and Damion and walked up to the bar and ordered some breakfast, thinking he’d better hurry up and eat if they were leaving soon.

I did not mean to offend you. Go to the Temple, there you must speak with the High Priest Homara; he will address your concerns. He replies.

Damion rose from his chair and bowed to his companions that were still at the table.
" I must take my leave and pray to my mistress. I will return when I am finished and maybe we can figure out what we will do next." he says just before heading to his room.

His muscles ached, his lungs burned, his breath coming in ragged gasps and sweat poured from his brow in rivulets as he ran for his life. He could hear them coming not far behind him, but the echoes made it hard for him to tell exactly where they were. The sewer stank of refuse and filth but it still could not overpower the stench of burning flesh that seemed to follow him no matter far he ran; the stench of his fellows untimely death by a rogue spellcasters fireball. Five of them had ventured forth and only one returned.

Something small exploded in the center of his back, causing him to stagger and fall. It felt as though his back had been ripped open by the blast and he struggled to maintain consciousness while he climbed to his feet, leaning on the wall for aid. He stumbled blindly forward, managing only a few steps before the wall fell away. He fell again, this time towards the missing wall and hit his forehead on a metal pipe. His hands reached for it to brace himself and it was cool to his touch. Although his vision swam from the pain he had endured thus far, he was still able to make it out; it was not a pipe but a ladder. Tymora must be smiling on him this night for he had been lucky to make this far. With renewed strength he climbed for the surface.

He was struggled to push open the grate that blocked his way, he could hear them clearly now and they were very close. He glanced down every so often and his vigilance was suddenly rewarded with a brief glimpse of a face leering at him. It quickly disappeared but soon replaced with cabalistic chants and outstretched hand whose owner seemed to be suffering from malnutrition.  A small bead of orange energy streaks from that hand straight at him and his world exploded in pain…

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The sound of an explosion sound right outside the Rusty Nail Inn and Tavern, rattling the windows and jarring the occupants. Screams and the sound of stomping feet filled the air outside the tavern, quickly followed by the sound of chairs scraping against the wooden floor as the occupants scrambled to their feet and rushed to the windows and door to get a glimpse of what was happening.
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Damion was half way up the stairs when the explosion shook the tavern causing the young priest to steady himself on the railing. When he got his senses about himself once again his training kicked in and he headed for the door thinking only there must be wounded to tend to with such a blast. He rushed past his companions and to the door, which he flung open and rushed outside with no thought to the chilled air.

Khidran was wondering when the waitress would tend to him when he heard the sound of the explosion, he quickly turned and ran towards the door, only to see Damian pass him and fling the door open, he followed him out into the cold morning air, sword ready as he had learned.

Soe was trying to lure some food from Rjak and Kalmir by purring and brushing up against their legs imitating a kitten (it actually looked a bit pathetic), when the explosion occurred, before anyone could react she was in the backpack and only a pair of lurking eyes revealed her presence.
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At the sound of the explosion Kalmir reached out and grabbed his ever present axe. He bolted outside.

Just outside the tavern, the snow has melted completely in a 20 ft radius, with steams rising from every surface.  Beyond that it has become a wet slush. There are no people in that vicinity except for the wounded and the dead, but you can still see people running for the lives away from that area. In the center of it is a hole, and man come crawling out. He could easily pass for one the undead but yet you instinctively know he is still alive. His emaciated frame is covered but dirty shroud and its cowl covers his face. He pulls a dagger free from the confines of his robe and begins earching through the fallen as iff he is seeking someone amount the dead and dieing.

Two more figures pull themselves free of that hole, a Gnoll and an Orc, they are both dirty and decrepit yet their frames ripples with muscle and both wield vicious looking axe.

Find him. The cowled figure commands and they twobegin to search.

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He knew he was slowly dieing. It wouldn't be long now, yet he took comfort in the fact that it would be under the sun and sky. The blue sky and a few white clouds filled his vision; despite the fact that his head hurt and his ears rang and his body felt as though it were on fire, that sight still made him smile. He turned his head to the right and he could see the hole that was once the sewer entrance. So he saw necromancer crawl forth and he saw the blade of a dagger flash a in the sunlight a moment later. He began to check the bodies, searching for him no doubt but he was going the inthe wrong way. That was good, maybe the watch would arrive in time to stop them. Yet his heart sank a moment later when the other two crawled from below. The gnoll was heading straight for him and he knew he was aboutto die...

Kalmir exited the Inn clasping his greataxe in tense fingers. What you do? He asks the cowled figure not sure what he was about or who was the source of the explosion. Seeing the orc and the Gnoll exit the sewer he addresses them, You not attack in city. Kalmir not allow it. Go back where you come from.

The cowled figure looks up as Kalmir speaks, only his mouth is visible under the cowl. He smiles, showing teeth black with decay and begins to speak in strong clear voice, yet it is raspy and hollow. You do not understand what he says but when he throws out a hand you know it was not something good.


Will save please

Khidran listen to the cowled figure trying to determine what sort of spell he is casting, he wasn’t very experienced in the art, but he knew a spell when he saw one.  Quickly he determined it was time for action before his newfound friend was under the control of someone else, he didn’t enjoy the prospect of fighting against Kalmir, so he grabbed his bow and an arrow and fired at the cowled figure"Intercept the beasts Damion, then I’ll keep this one busy!" he yelled.

[Private to DM Darkchylde:
01:09, Today: Khidran Naleth rolled 22 using 1d20+12. Spellcraft.
01:21, Today: Khidran Naleth rolled 9 using 1d8+2. Damage.
01:21, Today: Khidran Naleth rolled 5 using 1d20+4. Attack.]

PM: [Private to Khidran Naleth: He is casting Hold Person]