Sunlight creeps through the window shades, and lands on the eyes of Herr Johannes. His eyelids flutter a moment; he instinctively goes to turn on his side when a sudden twinge of pain reminds him he can't do that. But it does wake him up the rest of the way. He slowly props himself up on his elbows, careful not to strain anything he'd later regret. Feeling a weight on his stomach, Herr Johannes looks downward; Lady Jacqueline's head rests on top him, having fallen asleep crouched over him. Her legs rest on the floor while her upper body is sprawled over the cot – Herr Johannes tries his best not to wake her. He looks around the room, realizing for the first time they're back in the safe house. A snore from near the fireplace draws his attention, and he sees Dwalin curled beneath a blanket on the ground, next to him lies Marcus. Apparently they had started a fire in the night since a few wisps of smoke still rise from the charcoal. Only a few feet from them is a woman with white-hair Herr Johannes doesn't recognize; he must've not noticed her last night, understandably.

"Where's Adwonus?" Herr Johannes whispers to himself almost inaudibly. "I'm right here," replies a second whisper. Herr Johannes finally sees Adwonus at the table, his face in stoic contemplation. Adwonus seems to mentally put aside his thoughts, "Glad to see you're awake." "Yea, me too," he replies, "Apparently everyone got out alright." Adwonus responds, "Yea, everyone's alive, but..." "But what?" says Herr Johannes as he shift his weight gently, his elbows becoming stiff. "But we failed, our task is failed." "Perhaps," Herr Johannes looks intently at Adwonus, "God has a way of working these things out. I've got a feeling this is just the beginning." The half-orc pauses a moment, "I've never been one for going to temple you know..." Herr Johannes interjects, "I'm not asking you to. Just watch, things are about to change." Adwonus says, "I think you're right; things are about to change. But will it change for the better?" Herr Johannes and Adwonus hush their conversation as the others start to rise, the dawn in full bloom. It's a new day...

[Private to Marcus: The young man walks along the beach, his eyes hypnotized by the rolling waves. White foam rises to the top with each pulse and washes onto the shore. He always liked these walks on the beach; he liked being near the sea. It always sung to him in the most marvelous way. And then the sea sang, a woman's voice like glass...

Beneath the sea there are two hearts,
Both are the same as yours.
Only one can be lifted out,
The deeper of the two.

The young man listened, enthralled by the voice. Its perfection rang through him; the endless water rocked in harmony to the tune. When the last word was sung, the sea died, it's waves ceasing at an instant. And all at once, the ocean sat still, perflectly clear without a ripple. Then he saw it, a hand rise out from the water; from it echoed the only movement in the sea. The head of a woman breaks the glass surface, her auburn hair flashing off the sun. The young man watches, expecting her to sing, but instead she screams. She screams a blood-curling scream and plummets beneath the surface, and the ripple shatters the ocean, waves crashing upon eachother in a frenzied violence. She is drowning.

He dives into the water after her without a second thought. The waves thrash and threaten to consume him, but he continues to swim, his mind focused with intent. He dives once more upon the spot he saw her, his hand outstretched with hope. The sea is black, nothing can be seen beneath the surface. His hand grasps another's, and as he does, their hands start to glow, illuminating the black water. Floating in the blackness he sees himself grasping the hand of a small girl's corpse. Her flesh has rotted, exposing bone in some places. Suddenly, the eyes of the corpse open, their souless gaze upon the young man. It speaks in the whispered voice of countless dead, "Deeper. Go deeper." As it releases its skeletal grip, a tendril grasps the foot of the young man. He swims and thrashes to get away, but it is hopeless. He is pulled into the abyss...

You wake up. Marcus looks around in a brief panic, sweat dripping from his forehead - he realizes they're back in the safe house. He eases back down and thinks to himself, "Phew, that was some dream. Almost seemed....real."]

[Private to Herr Johannes: "How are your painting lessons coming?" the man rests his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Pretty well father, but I don't understand why I need to take them." The man replies, "A King needs to be skilled in many things, from the art of war to the arts themselves. There are important lesson in painting, such as patience and attention to detail. These lessons all too often go unnoticed." "I guess it's something I'll understand later?" says the boy, not quite a teenager. The man chuckles as he strokes his thick beard, "Well, not necessarily. You can notice such things even now. There are subtleties all around, a hidden world for the keen eye. One needs only to take a closer look."

Herr Johannes wakes up. Sunlight creeps through the window shades, and lands on his eyes...]
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Lady Jacqueline had to keep her eye on him. She must. She only needed to rest her eyes a bit. She merely lay her head gently on his stomach to monitor his breathing, and to see if she could wake up to his necessity for food, if necessary. But her eyes drifted, and her mind wandered as she slipped into sleep. Sweat beads her temples as she dreams uncomfortably.

[Private to DM Ryan: Breathe in, breathe out.

At first, her dreaming was of simply watching Herr Johannes, lying there unconscious. The poorly wrapped bandages doing what they could to prevent the bleeding from worsening. She kept a fixed on on his somewhat-relaxed face as he slept in the bed offered to him. She had his hand in hers, ready to move when he did.

Breathe in, wash out.

The wind seemed to whisper in her ear. But her eyes didn't move. She couldn't let go of him. Not now. Please, she whimpers soundlessly. Please be well... I must protect you. His breathing was steady and slow, ebbing in... and washing out.. like the tides that pulled the sides of the ship.

Ebb in, flow out. Up and down.

Water sprayed over them, but still her eyes remained on Herr Johannes in his bed, though their surroundings seem to change. The wooden floors in her peripherals didn't change, but their texture seemed to grow darker from the waters. Waters that rushed up to her feet, seeping into her boots through her toes and back out.

Rushing wind, crashing wave.

Alas, she broke away from watching him a moment to see their surroundings: they were on a ship that seemed close to an abandoned island about a mile out from their whereabouts. From the dim of the sky, it was just past sunset: still light enough to see, but dark enough to warn of the night. The ship itself was abandoned, the wood a dark color from the sea spraying up onto it. It seemed ominous how tilted it was...

Gusting breeze, creaking decks.

She now realizes the ships status in the water: Sinking! "Herr Johannes, we're about to--!" She cries out, turning back to him to find the bed gone. His hand, gone. Nothing but a darker pool of water in the midst of the boat. Her seat and her legs taking a gentle dip into the waters. A voice off in the distance beckons to her.

Pull in, gush out.

The tide expels her from the ship and pulls her into a void that rests between the shipwreck and the island, where a distant and alive Johannes shouted from. She reaches out, now treading water, and tries to call back to him, when she's pulled deeper into the void in the depths outside of the drop off.

Deep dive, panic rising...

Suddenly, she takes a breath even though she knows she's under water. But... she can still breathe? A face suddenly appears before her: that same reflection from the other dream?? B-but... I thought you--? The face grins and pushes her back to shore, where she coughs and slips into new colors of other confusing dreams.]

I look down at my bandages to see them loose and a tad rough. "They must have loosened while I slept. I think it is time to change them." I say quietly to myself, appreciative of Dwalin's aide last night. Observing Lady Jacqueline still asleep across me, I do my best to not wake her and decide to begin to change them myself. I begin to pull them off, when I am suddenly stunned by what I find.

"Where are the wounds?!" I ask. I see the blood on the bandages in my hands, confirming yesterday night was not a dream. I look closer at my chest and move my right arm around. I begin to quickly, yet gingerly remove the other bandage. I find a similar result! Suddenly, the bandages remind me of part of the dream I had last night. [Private to GM: {in addition to the one I had from P.M.}]

[Private to GM: A man I knew, but who I could not see his face. Was he my father? I do not think so. He seemed to know me, his face was love. He stood in a stone room, there were many bloody bandages on a stone table nearby. He spoke to me, {Private to GM: "Otto,"} my name, and he said, "Be strong and of a good courage, be not dismayed neither be thou dismayed, for I AM with thee withersoever thou goest." His words, though sounding to be a command, seemed to empower my soul. I was given new life it seemed. I came to realized I was lying down. He then said, "When you rest, I work. Your sins are forgiven." He touched my shoulder and suddenly my shoulder and upper chest felt very warm, almost electrified. Almost immediately a deep rest fell over me and I almost uncontrollably fell into the most deep peaceful secure sleep I had ever felt. Looking back, it seems I was falling asleep in my dream? It was so real though. I only just remembered upon sight on those bloody bandages. {Healed 11 lethal dmg and 1 nonlethal dmg - (2 L-DMG and 1 NL-DMG from sleep, 9 from Lay-on-Hands)}

{-it was an artistic way to demonstrate Lay-on-Hands and receiving my new abilities Leveling up.}]

{epic music I was listening to :)
@ 15:00 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XZ0gyFdXXE}
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Lady Jacqueline-- in an un-lady-like manner-- snorts awake, drawing her dagger suddenly and she blinks and glares around through a massive head rush. "AHHH!-- Ahh... whoa.." Collapsing back into her seat, she blinks again and stares at Johannes, a sigh of relief escaping. "I'm glad you're--" she stops suddenly and gapes at the opening in his shirt. Not a trace of the wound that she saw from yesterday was left behind. "...feeling brand new!" She cries out almost in disbelief and embraces him tightly, excited that he was healed miraculously.

"Let's see here," she pulls her skirt up to check out her ankles. She knew they must've been bruised from the fall she took yesterday. They, too, didn't seem to hurt at all. "Praise God," she sighs, relieved again. "I... cannot believe we survived that fall, let alone that fatal stab wound you had." She nudges him with her elbow. "Thank God that they didn't aim well."

She glances about the room at her comrades, new and current. "What happened to you all? And.." She tilts her head at the new white-haired lady. "Who might this be?"

In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 4):

Trapper sits at the safehouse, wondering where to go next with this, but realizes that he must seek further council. He assess the group. Some are shaken, others like himself are confused and angry. There's a sense of failure in his heart, perhaps betrayal but he tucks it away to be experienced at a later time. He rises from his seat, blue orbs glaring. "I've been waiting for some of you to awake, but I realize now that you know as much as I do about  what just happened. There are other forces in play, ones I was not informed of. I'm heading back to the rubble, I..." he pauses attempting to remember group dynamics and pleasantries, "WE need to find the corpse of the mace man. Perhaps he can give us some answers in death. Something could be on him that was not destroyed in the flames and bloodshed. Who is with me? If you wish to rest you can, but I must go there, and gain some answers." He heads for the door and turns back looking at the group. "Oh, and if I am the only one going. Keep an eye on the white haired woman. I don't want her leaving our site."

[Private to DM Ryan: If adwonus goes alone, he will head to that old bar and whistle a tune. He needs to talk to one of his superiors. ]
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"I do have a name you know." Taisiya rolled her eyes as she sat up from her resting spot, pushing her white hair away from her face. She was still surrounded by the unfamiliar party she had encountered and roomed with the previous night after all the excitement. "Besides, I am sure I have overstayed my welcome, what must I remain here for?" she inquired, her eyes darting around the room at all the unfamiliar faces.

Still reeling a bit from such a disturbing night, both in sleep and otherwise, Marcus studies the room at large with a somewhat distant gaze. He stands, stretching a bit. "Hey, that seems a bit excessive. I realize you're a very careful person, but there's no need to keep this woman captive. We just pulled her from a burning building, after all, I don't think she deserves to be our hostage as well." He pauses, concern evident on his face. "Here, how about this," He says, turning to the fair-haired woman. "We're looking for the man who started the riot yesterday. He didn't make it out of the tavern before it burnt down, so there isn't much leg-work to be done. But perhaps you too would like to know the reason behind his actions?"

He winks obviously at Adwonus, his normal casual demeanor returning. "See? That's how ya talk to the ladies. You know, with respect and all that. Also, without the kidnapping." He states with a grin.

Lady Jacqueline smirks and folds her arms, rolling her eyes. She crosses over to Taisiya and extends her palm. "I am Lady Jacqueline. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." After shaking hands with her, she turns to Adwonus cautiously. Something felt very off about this quest-- some gut feeling was telling her something bad was present. "..What answers do you seek there?"

Herr Johannes touches his shoulder in disbelief; it feels completely normal. Without even a scar, the wound has vanished. All that remains is a torn hole in his tunic (he makes a mental note about that) and old bandages. He peels the remaining bandage off and tosses it in a corner. Their interiors are stained with blood, clearly visible as they land on the floor. Whispering prayers of praise, he stands with the others and speaks with renewed strength, "Adwonus, perhaps we should think things through and discuss - " Adwonus scowls at Herr Johannes, clearly fed up with thought of wasting time. The half-orc turns and pulls open the door, set on leaving. Quickly, Herr Johannes shouts, "Adwonus, wait!" Almost angry, he replies, "What?!" "The door!" Herr Johannes points just past Adwonus who also looks behind. Pinned to the front of the door, visible to the entire party, is a letter...

Adwonus picks up the letter and closes the door shut once more. The envelope is made of high quality parchment with a gold ink trim on the outside. Opening it on the table, Adwnous pulls out a note made on matching parchment and lays it on the table for all to read:

Greetings, My name is Celus Larlben.
I wish to invite you to my estate this morning, for I need to speak with you on matters of utmost importance; this I cannot stress enough. Despite what you may have been told, I make this offer on the most amiable and sincere grounds. I assure you this is no trick nor deception. If it is of any significance, one of your companions is already in attendance as my guest, a Mr. Martin Rolfe. Enclosed are detailed directions to my mansion located in the High District. My servants will be awaiting your arrival and will address any needs you might have.
Signed,
Celus Larlben

The last of the eyes finish reading the note. The entire party encircles the table, a little uncertain of where to begin about this. Suddenly, Adwonus says, "I need to think. I'm taking a walk." Herr Johannes takes a breath as if he were about to speak, but Adwonus closes the door behind him before he can utter a word. Herr Johannes wrinkles his brow in frustration. Dwalin lightly gently grabs his arm, "Don't worry, he's always been like that." Seeing him grow a little calmer, Dwalin continues to say, "Now...what are we going to do."

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus turns the corner and makes damn certain no one is following him. Walking a casual pace in the Bazaar toward the docks, Adwnous whistles a tune. After a minute, to no surprise at all, a whistle returns his, finishing the melody that he started. He knows that whistle. Adwonus walks along the morning street, still sparse at this time of the day, and slips into the shadows down an alley. His footsteps quiet on the stone, a voice speaks out for no where – her voice as smooth as glass, "Hello Trapper." Adwonus smiles to himself and watches a beautiful elven woman step from the shadows. In the tavern she had been dressed in disguise; now, she was in her proper attire, donned in dark leather with blades at her side. Adwonus says, "Pyrra." She smiles toward him, that look which seems to naturally border on seduction. Her lips gracefully speak one word, "Report."]

[Private to Marcus: Marcus's eyes widen at his father's name, a reaction he hides quickly. He thinks to himself, "Clearly this is what father wants; I need to do what I can to make sure it happens." Marcus knows his father. He knows he wouldn't do something like this unless it was actually important; he also knows he's an honest man, true to his word. What does this all mean?]

"wait. I'll come with you. perhaps we could find some answers in the rubble." dwalin says to adwonus. He quickly gets up and puts on his armor. He fastens his axe to his belt and follows adwonus to the door

Dwalin hurries to catch up and steps out the door, but Adwonus is no where to be seen. He didn't wait. Somewhat concerned, Dwalin rejoins the others.
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Lady Jacqueline glares at the door that shuts behind Dwalin, pursing her lips into a thin line. "I think... now is a good time to assess and shop for what we need and then meet up back here," she states conclusively. She closes her eyes a moment to inhale and exhale slowly. "I don't want to head into some quarrel without my effects. And who knows what this guy, Larlben, will bring to us."

She looks at Herr Johannes a long moment, pondering and still in wonder about his wounds not leaving a trace. "Would you.. be willing to go out with me? I am in need of company, and I feel most comfortable with you, considering how much we've gone through these past couple days..." Days felt more like weeks, really.

(13:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+5. Listen Check.
13:26, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 14 using 1d20+5. Spot Check)

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 9):

[Private to DM Ryan: Adwonus looks at the elf woman, attempting to keep his eyes calm. He stares at her, and they step into the shadows together. Before he speaks. "The mission went down hill. A wild card. Some man with a mace walked up and KILLED the target, bashed his skull clean, then set fire to the entire boar's head. Our cover wasn't blown, far as I can tell, but both the target and his killer are dead. Consumed by fire. Did we have any knowledge of another player? I need to know. We also found another person, a white haired woman, I thought her a civilian, pulled her from the flames, but somehow she ended up with the party at the safehouse. I'm unsure of the group's ability. They seem slightly... unfocused, slow, and the rouge, Martin, has all but disappeared. Thought you should know... "
He halts, allowing his information to sink in, he watcher her face, studies it. She is beautiful and he knows that he is hideous and green. A minor grimace crawls through his brain and he returns to the present situation, he then continues, " A man, named Celus Larlben, wishes to help our group with some information. Is there anything you can tell me about him?"]
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Marcus lets out a sigh, wishing that for once the party would stick together for more than a few minutes. "Alright, so there's that. I should think that preparing is also a good idea. Shall we meet back here in an hour or so, then? Then see what this Larlben wants? Maybe he knows something about the tavern fire last night."

"well considering I am almost out of gold and I have a weapon and armor I'll just go get food and drink. I'll come with you guys, it's better if we stay together." dwalin walks with them until we see a place that sell food and he goes to buy some rations.

"I suppose it would be nice to know what is going on..." Taisiya mumbled as she slowly rose to her feet. "I will stay close to your party then." She followed the group heading to market, so as not to lose them.

{this happened immediately after and during Lady Jacqueline's post (message #4)}
In response to Lady Jacqueline's comment when she awoke I responded with a sort of gleam in my eye. "Oh they aimed, but God protected me!" I move my arms around working my shoulders in multiple directions. "... and now has healed me! Can you believe it! Oh how wondrous are His ways and works. I lift my hands toward heaven  and praise Him!" I lift my hands a moment and look toward heaven, grateful and full of joy, remembering to myself how He saved us last night from the flames and bloodshed, now combined with the miraculous healing. I then begin to stand from my bed.

{this happened immediately after Adwonus post ((Message #5)}
"Yes Adwonus, I think that is an appropriate idea, I will go with you to the rubble." Upon Adwonus mention of the mace man, I am confused and curious. "Wait, what happened to you all last night while we were separated? Mace man? you mean that assassin? He died in the fight last night?"
     Though previously I was so occupied with the miraculous I missed the mention by Lady Jacqueline, I am now suddenly brought to realization that there is another person in the room, not previously a part of our band.  "Wait, and ... who is this? Do you know her Marcus? Was she sent with you, but just late?" So many questions.

{during the exchange between Taisiya, Marcus, and Adwonus I am apprehensive (message #6-7)}
{during Lady Jacqueline's comment I ease up, though still remain silent. (message #8)}

{I do as Ryan's Post indicates (message #9)}

I watch as Dwalin returns, "Nowhere to be found already, was he?" {(message #10)}

I listen to Lady Jacqueline's words and the group's discussion before responding {(message #11-#15)}

"Wait!, we need to talk a moment before we depart"

I begin to speak in a hushed tone intensely, now once again immediately pushed into the seriousness of the mission again. I motion for all to gather around the kitchen table, speak quietly and draw the curtains.  I motion for someone to go upstairs and check, I look around the room myself and listen for anything out of place. "We need to check no one is here now from Larlben. Quick, search the place briefly"

{everyone please make a spot, listen, and search check}

00:07, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 9 using 1d20. Listen Check of Safe house.
00:07, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 20 using 1d20. Search Check of Safe house.
00:06, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 19 using 1d20+1. Spot Check of Safe house.

After the search is complete, {assuming we do not find anyone or anything out of place or indicating we are being spied upon further} I bring us all to the kitchen table and have us sit close.

"Could you wait here a moment Miss?" {I am speaking directly to Taisiya, I look her in the eye with gentle understanding} I motion for Marcus, Lady Jacqueline, and Dwalin to come speak with me in between the table and the door.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus: "What do you think we should do? We cannot keep her here as a prisoner, but does she know too much? Can we trust her? How do we know she is not a plant from Larlben? How did you meet?"]

I have us all come back to the table as if we decided what to do and we all speak together once again in hushed tones from any outside listeners.
"This letter means he knows where this safe house is and likely is watching us now with his spies. It is likely not safe to speak here.
     I think Lady Jacqueline has a good point, we need to shop," I whisper, "She needs arrows... and we cannot stand to go unprepared for any further length of time. If any of you need to shop, now is the time to do it.
     Do not go anywhere in less than '2's', if he is watching us and likely has, perhaps inside intel on us from Martin, we need to be extremely cautious and I have no reason to trust his intentions.
     This brings up another issue. Martin. We do not know his status and allegiance. Maybe he found out information we were not privy to that changed his mind, maybe he was fed just what they wanted him to hear. I pray he was not tortured. If he was, all Martin knew might now be in Larlben's possession.
     I am not sure to trust this letter or not. I know we need more information. This would give us a chance to spy out his residence, at least partially. It could easily be a trap however. Perhaps we should call for backup from Rielle? What do you all think?
     Also, before we decide, we need to pool all the information we know about Larlben. No mater how trivial.
     Oh and one last thing, I think it would be dangerous for you miss {I am speaking directly to Taisiya, I look her in the eye with concern} to leave this place alone at this time, Larlben likely assumes you are with us, and with the recent assassination I think it may be dangerous to go somewhere without a guard. I would not want to see anything happen to you. Just wait here a moment again if you would." I motion for Marcus, Lady Jacqueline, and Dwalin to come speak with me in the corner again.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus: "So what do we do about her? Just bring her with us as we shop? the further she is into this, the harder it is for her to return to any normal life...]
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[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Pyrra leans against the wall and her purple eyes narrow at Adwonus's report. She lets him finish speaking before saying a word, "Trapper, did you say safehouse?" He responds, "Yes, why?" Speaking warily, she replies, "Trapper... we don't have a safehouse in this area." Adwonus feels like he just walked into a tree, something he should've seen but didn't.

Pyrra continues, "I don't know who killed the target, but I know it wasn't us. Larlben perhaps..."  She pauses, thinking things over in her mind. Without noticing, she brushes her dark brown hair back, revealing the elven ears hidden beneath, something she always did when solving a difficult problem. "As for the white-haired civilian, take her along or kill her – it doesn't really matter. Your companions' loyalties have grown questionable, and they've produced no results. From now on, consider them expendable assets."

"Celus Larlben is another conspirator, plotting to overthrow the government and gain power for himself; he's just as large a threat as Kelden Delcor." Pyrra's lips curl into an imposing smile, "In fact, you may have been blessed with a golden opportunity Trapper." "How so?" he interjects. "No doubt Larlben wants to convert you to his cause; if he wanted to kill you, he'd send thugs, not a letter. Which means he'll speak to you in person, and he's a hard man to reach. I want you to use this opportunity to infiltrate Celus Larlben's estate, and when the timing is right... assassinate him. This is your NEW mission. We can end a great deal of bloodshed with this simple action. Keep what you've learned here to yourself, though you may involve a friend if you believe you can trust them. As for the rest of your companions, simply use them to gain entry to Larlben's estate – they no longer matter. I'll send one of my men to secretly follow you as back up; he'll contact you when the chance arises. Do this Trapper, and you may just end this conflict here and now. You'd be a hero among us..."

Adwonus walks back to the so-called 'safehouse', the conversation still repeating in is mind. He knows this new mission will be dangerous and challenging... He's never felt more alive.]

"Nothing over here," says Dwalin as he comes back from the loft. "Good," replies Herr Johannes, "Just had to make sure we weren't being spied on" {Spot; Listen; Search – Success}. Herr Johannes beckons them over to a corner of the room and they whisper among themselves a moment. A minute later, they return to the table in the center and pick up their things. He continues, "Well, first things first, let's get any supplies we might need from the market. I don't know if we'll get the chance again for a while." Most everyone nods in consensus while Dwalin consents with a growling stomach – only a fool would travel with a hungry Dwarf.

The party enters the Bazaar. They're almost shocked to step back into normal life once more, like walking into another world altogether. The market is roaring with life as businessmen open up their shops for the day. It feels like an eternity since they've been here; everything from before the fire feels distant really. And yet, here are ordinary people living their lives – like they must.

Lady Jacqueline looks down a corner, trying to find the shop she needs; her face lights up as she points down a street and beckons everyone to follow. The cobbled stone roads are starting to get crowded once again as the world comes to life. Shopkeepers are placing new stock in their windows, smoke rises from the bakery, and wagons are carried through the center by various pack animals. Across the street, the party catches sight of an Orc & Goblin haggling prices with a grocer. The Orc's lengthy black hair is nearly in dreadlocks, but the Goblin wears his gray hair up in a pony tail, a common hairstyle for Goblins with long hair. Clearly sailors, they must've arrived in Herrod just recently. The tan-skinned Orc blends with the crowd, but the Goblin's dark, green skin sticks out like a sore thumb. However, no one seems to notice nor care – people are used to seeing everything in Herrod. The party hears laughter as they leave the grocer behind. Lady Jacqueline looks back to see the Orc is holding a green fruit next to the Goblin, comparing the color and shape to his nose; hilariously, they look almost the same. Even Lady Jacqueline can't refrain from giggling.

Traveling further down the road, the Lady Jacqueline walks into one of the shops. Only a few minutes later does she walk out with a large smile on her face, carrying a full quiver of arrows in her arm. Satisfied with her new sharp objects, they pass by a few more shops and a street vendor for breakfast before returning to the safehouse. Opening the door, they see Adwonus inside! "It's about time your back," says Lady Jacqueline, attempting to sneer. She tries her best to sound disapproving, but falls short; buying new weapons put her in too good of a mood. She sets her spoils down on the table and continues to speak, "Now that we have what we need, what next? There's that rubble we cou-" "Actually," Adwonus interrupts, "I think we should go to this Larlben. See what he wants..."

{If you wish to Buy & Sell any further, list such items and transaction in a PM
Lady Jacqueline: 1gp 7sp - for Rope (50ft) & Arrows (20qt) & breakfast
Other party members: 2sp - for breakfast.}

Bonus pic: "At the grocer"

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At his sudden cut-off, Lady Jacqueline narrows her eyes and purses her lips tightly, folding her arms over her chest. "Excuse me," she mutters. "But have you gotten anything from what you observed at the ashes?" She blinks and leaves no room for yes or no questions by adding, "And if so, what have you found?" She bites at each word, enunciating herself in each one-- clearly, crossed.

Inwardly she thinks to herself, We may have failed the mission, but we need to know, if we're to function as a team.

Taisiya did as she was told, as grudgingly as it was. She was not familiar with these people, and did not trust them completely even though they had not exactly given her reason not to. She turned towards the party that did not look like it was on the verge of squabbling.

"If I am to remain with your party, be it for my own protection or not, then should I not know what is going on?" She asked Herr Johannes, as he gave her the instruction to remain in the first place. "For example, why is Larlben so intrigued with you all?" She raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

Upon returning from a good deal of shopping I am a bit tired, but quite pleased with my purchases.

When we return to the safe house I see Adwonus. I motion for all to enter before we discuss our plans. I again draw the curtains before we speak.

"Is anyone else here? Lets make sure we do not have unwanted ears listening or eyes peering. Lets quick check the place out, lest anyone came by while we were away.

{search, listen, spot checks please}
{23:02, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20. Listen Check of Safe house.
23:02, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 8 using 1d20. Search Check of Safe house.
23:02, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 13 using 1d20+1. Spot Check of Safe house.}

     I agree with Lady Raynelde. I think we should gather as much information as reasonably possible before going for this 'invitation.' That rubble will only be there for so much longer, the secrets hidden within may be lost if we wait. I do not see any reason not to search the rubble before this trip. Do any of you all here see anything I missed?
     I am curious though Adwonus, what brought you to this decision? I was interested to know as well, what do you know about Larlben. We talked about him and what we knew while you were on a walk."
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Marcus watches the various conversations with an exasperated sigh. After only a day of knowing these people personally, it was growing more obvious that this was the natural state of the group. "Come on, everyone..."

Dwalin follows the group back, only buying a sack and a couple torches. And of course after filling his stomach. "We better find money soon, I'm almost out."

Herr Johannes scans around the room, appearing the same as it ever was, untouched since they left it, "Looks clear still," he mutters {Listen; Search; Spot – Failed}. "Well, if there's none opposed, let's walk by the tavern. What harm could it do?" The party packs up the remainder of their belongings and leaves the safehouse behind. Today is a new day; a new adventure.

Questions awkwardly linger in the air; some are asked by implication only, but all are hesitant to answer. Trust is a valuable thing these days. Despite the tension, Herr Johannes peers ahead, looking for the right roads. Before long he can see a wispy trail of smoke over the rooftops, and they reach the smoldering remains of the tavern. The damage is unbelievable. Only one wall and a few corners survived; everything else has burned to a pile of ashes on the ground. The party can see straight clear to the otherside, a sight followed by a sense of futility. What did they expect to find here? They weren't quite sure themselves. "Come on guys, lets at least have a look around." says Herr Johannes. The party walks across the rubble {Auto Search – Highest: 19}. Suddenly, Herr Johannes nearly trips on something and pulls a charred skeleton out from the dust, it's black hand clinging to his boot. Herr Johannes shakes it off quickly, not able to think straight for a moment. The skeleton detaches from his heel, and Herr Johannes's left breathing heavily, tinged by fear. Calming himself down, he whispers, "So many didn't make it out..." Gazing across the debris, he realizes there's nothing left here... except death. Stepping out of the ashes, he does find one thing though: a small silver coin on the ground. Herr Johannes slowly picks it up off the burnt stone. There's a few scratches on it, but it's still good...

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: As Taisiya walks with the party, she can't help but think, "What mess have I gotten myself into! These people are all rather strange." She lifts her hands and stares at the palms, continuing "But then... I guess I'm strange too." Taisiya chuckles at her own mind's joke which catches the attention of Marcus, "Hey, what's so funny?" She responds quickly, "Oh, nothing! My hands are just dirty is all." Seemingly satisfied with that, he doesn't pursue it. Suddenly a wave of sadness falls over her; she didn't expect that. "I suppose my hands are dirty," she solemnly thinks to herself, "Stained for the rest of my left..." Taisiya pushes the thought from her mind; it's too early in the day for such memories.]

[Private to Marcus: Staring over the rubble, Marcus is surprised to find guilt – not at the fire, but at himself. He thinks, "All this death, easily could've been us. I promised father I'd keep them safe, and the edge of failure was so near." Marcus looks and sees Lady Jacqueline walking across a fallen plank of wood, balancing along the side. An image flashes in his mind of her death, a sudden thought that nearly brings him to tears... and he's not sure why. Puzzled at his own behavior, he reflects on it and finds no reason at all for it. It's just... there.]

{Dwalin: 8 cp - 1 Sack, 2 Torches.}
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Lady Jacqueline regards Taisiya with a gentle smile. "Larlben seems eager to appoint anyone like a pawn. And for anyone who may like fame, fortune, or both, he sounds like a handsome reward behind his back." She smirks and rolls her eyes. "Of course, I'm more suspcicious than trusting of the guy. We'll likely see more of him sooner rather than later." She gestures to the rubble and tenderly walks through it, finding any evidence that she can.

Trapper glares about the ash strewn ruins, eyeing the strange coin Herr has discovered. He seems deathly calm, but there's a sense of slight impatience in his voice when he speaks. "I think that we need to get goin'. Now. I have no clue as to  why you folks decide to go shoppin' and wanderin' about after an event such as this," His hand sweeps over the remains of the bar. "We woke up in a safe house that wasn't ours. We were left a mysterious note. I don't know about the rest of you, but I want ANSWERS, not frivolous toys or supplies we will not use." His voice never raises, but stays flat, monotone, and harsh. He turns his back, ready to ignore any rebuttal the party may offer. He's had enough, and his boots start taking him to the high district.
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P.M.
[Private to Marcus: "...a safe house that wasn't ours." The phrase jolts through you like lightning. It's true that safe house is owned by your father, but they don't know that. The building is rarely used, a perfect place to retreat to. 'How'd he know?' A more dangerous question follows, 'how much does he know?']
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For once Lady Jacqueline stares at Adwonus, stunned in her agreement with his statement about needing answers. And after a brief pause, she nods. A pitiful hand print of blood about the size of a child's palm catches her eye and makes her shudder, making her hug one elbow to her side. "You're right... we need answers."
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"Whatever answers you are searching for, I doubt they will be discovered in a pile of ash and misfortune." Taisiya spoke with melancholy in her voice as her eyes scanned over the ruins, merely staring at the devastation for a moment before turning away. "Unless, of course, you believe that those answers could survive the blazing fire without being burned either beyond recognition, or beyond existence." She attempted not to seem cold necessarily, simply looking at things as a matter of practicality.

Before Adwonus speaks in frustration I speak my observances of the remains of the inn. "It seems there is very little left of this place, sadly. I do not think anyone who stayed inside would have survived. I would not have wanted to left someone dying in here. I thought there was a cellar or basement behind the bar however. Maybe there is a slim chance something, or even someone survived in there, but was trapped." I move toward where the bar used to be, near where the corner of the building stood there. I poke about with my quarterstaff, searching for an entrance, being cautious to not fall into it myself.

{00:45, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20. Search Check for Cellar.} {can I just search for 2 minutes and take a 20 on this? or shall I ask others to have a look quick?}

I look at Adwonus as he speaks. I am taken aback by his condescending comments, obviously born out of stress. I consider responding to him about this, yet refrain. Anger flares in me "It seems he is going to do what he will regardless... I speak quietly to myself. I think further without speaking it.

[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus; Taisiya Northwood: '...whether or not it is best for the group. So be it, his folly contains its own rewards.' I speak aloud so the group can hear as he leaves. "I wonder why he is so eager to leave to see this man, even though it could be very dangerous. What happened while he walked without us? Perhaps he was offered some kind of reward. He seemed to be so allegiant to the mission as well... Such a change of heart so quickly? Perhaps the gleam of gold served to change it. I am wary of this."

I breathe out a sigh, calming myself. "Or perhaps he is just very impatient..." I pause.
    "We will all need to make a decision if we should follow him, did the letter speak of a time to arrive? On that note, who is carrying the letter right now?"

In the mean time, I still would like to search one last place before we leave.]

Shopping List PM:

 [Private to GM:
{Bedroll (1)
 Candle (10) + Case (wooden?) if available (at low cost)
 Chalk (5) + Case (wooden?) if available (at low cost)
 Crowbar (1)
 Fish hook (2) + (20ft?) Some fishing line, unless I can fassion it myself easily, nothing was said about fishing line so...
 Flask (3); metal please :)
 Grappling hook (1) (if the ends are sharp I will get some cork to put over them, lest I carry a giant sharp fish hook around lol
 Ink (1oz)(only if it is available for no more than 2 gp, otherwise I will try my hand     crafting it)
 Inkpen (1) (with a case or tube or something to protect tip I hope)
 Lamp, Common (1)
 Mug/Tankard (1) (Sturdy Metal if possible, otherwise Clay or Wood)
 Oil (12 pints) + a case for oil + caps for fuses I would fashion for the pints (if not overly expensive). Caps made of hard or soft leather?, wood?, metal?, ceramic? perhaps they are easier to make myself?
 Parchment (1 sheet)
 Belt pouch (2); with wooden sides or made of hard leather if possible, large enough for a few flasks hopefully
 Rope (hempen) (50ft)
 Sealing Wax (1/2 pound)
 Sack (4)
 Sewing Needle (1); does it come with thread?
 Signal Whistle
 Soap (½ lb)
 Water Skin (2) how big are they by the way? 1 gal? it is unspecified in book.
 + a Pitcher of common wine from lunch which I will put in the skins mixed with water, wine has a higher alcohol content and thus can be mixed to a thinner amount than beer, unless I can acquire rum and do the same thing at a cheaper rate. Just like sailors would do on old Man-o-wars, they called it grog.
 Whet stone (2) (1 Course, 1 Fine)

 Peasant's Outfit
 Traveler's Outfit

 Quarter staff (1)
 Sling (1) and Bullets (10)}
]
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"Your right...we need answers." says Lady Jacqueline to Adwonus. The pile of rubble has grown cold through the night, and only a few wisps of smoke from the embers remain; a haunting place to say the least. Herr Johannes scours through the rubble, motivated by a deep sense of obligation, but doesn't find anything {Search Check – Failed}. He recalls a cellar and with one last spark of hope, goes to where it'd most likely be. His hopes are instantly dashed as he sees the location buried under a heavy pile of debris; even if it remained intact, it'd take days to dig it out. Perhaps it'd be possible to access at a later time.

Determined, Adwonus storms northbound. Herr Johannes calls out to him, "Wait, there's still more we mu-..." Lady Jacqueline puts her hand on his shoulder and interrupts, "Actually Johannes, I think he's right." She seems very serious about this, "If we're going to find out what happened, we have to do this. We have to confront this Larlben." Herr Johannes takes one last look at the rubble then back at Lady Jacqueline, "Ok." The group hurriedly grabs their things and catches up with Adwonus whose mood is already beginning to ease with a new destination at hand. Adwonus was quite irritable when he'd lost his sense of purpose.

The party walks through familiar parts of the city. Beginning in the slums, they pass through a residential part of town, seeing the shops and people abound with life; they cross the twin bridges and gaze across the Bay of Andor in its morning splendor. Before long, they reach the Upper District, following directions on the letter in Lady Jacqueline's hands, which suddenly seem quite pointless as they approach the location. They certainly would've had no trouble finding the place.

The property is massive. An immense stone wall sections off a rather large expanse of land almost randomly in the center of the city. The estate is far larger than any neighboring building, perhaps even larger than the mansions of any noble. If security is a problem in the city of Herrod, the Larlben undoubtedly don't experience it; the extensive stone wall hides the entire property from view with the exception of a few spires that can be seen peaking over the edge. At the entrance stands a tall, metal gate – this place is a veritable fortress! No one lied when they said Larlbens were the wealthiest family in Herrod. The party sees the gate up ahead, now thoroughly curious as to what the rest of the property looks like. Lady Jacqueline speaks, "Perhaps we should knock?"

P.M.
[Private to Taisiya Northwood: The young girl walked along village path not far from the schoolhouse; she could see kids leaving the building as the day ended. She used to attend school...but not anymore. She looked inside a small bag in her hands and counted all the mushrooms she'd collected today from the woods. Suddenly, voices broke her concentration, "Hey look, it's her!" A wave of fear took over her. Glancing back, she saw three boys who'd just left the schoolhouse. Another boy called out tauntingly, "Yea, it's that strange girl. Come on, lets get her!" He picked up a dirt clod and threw it at the girl, landing against her white hair. She cried out, "No, stop!" It fell on deaf ears as all three began to throw dirt clods. She ran.

They chased her, and they were a lot faster. She dropped the mushrooms and sprinted with both hands free, anything to get away from them. Another dirt clod hit her, but this one had a stone in it. Striking the back of her head, she dropped to the ground; she grabbed at the dirt desperately trying to regain her balance and get away. She got on one foot before being forcefully pushed to the ground by two hands. "Go away!" she screamed from her back. "That white hair is so wierd!" said one of they boys. Another responded, "My dad says she's cursed." "Then she better get out of the village before she curses everyone." One of the boys kicked her in the side, a signal to the others to join. She tried to curl into a ball to protect herself, but their feet still hurt as they dug into her back; at least they couldn't see her cry this way.

The young girl made a desperate attempt to stand and got on both feet. One of the boys grabbed her by the arm, "She's trying to get away!" She put up her hands and screamed, "Get away from me!" There was a flash of light... The boy who grabbed her fell on the ground; the front of his shirt appeared burned away. His skin underneath was seared, as though he'd laid on top of a burning fire. He was dead. The other two boys stared in horror as the seriousness of it dawned on them. After a moment of shock, the two kids yelled and ran as fast as they could back to the village. She was going to be in trouble and had to get out of there, but she was too afraid to move. The young girl just stood there, staring at the palms of her hands, watching wisps of smoke rise from them. She was afraid of herself, and she couldn't run away from that.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Lady Jacqueline followed the group out the north side of the slums, ultimately toward the Upper District. She looked over at a street corner with a broken lamp post; the glass had been broken by a rock a long time ago. The city would normally replace it, but the lamp posts here were simply broken too often. After a while, the night-men just gave up. Lady Jacqueline recognized that street corner though. She used to beg there for her breakfast when she was small, not long after her mother died.

There wasn't anyone begging there now. The neighborhood had gotten a little worse since then, and less people with money chose to walk by. And beggars followed the money. Lady Jacqueline felt a wave of sadness, for it was a hard life growing up alone, especially for a little girl. She had to be quick to get away if anything looked dangerous, a swiftness that likely saved her life many times. She felt a little grateful, reflecting on how things have improved much for her these past few years; she had the money to purchase her own meals, nice clothes, a place to sleep. But it wasn't everything, not even close. She didn't have a family...]

[Private to Herr Johannes:
Although Herr Johannes couldn't find a well-priced ink nor fuse caps, he felt quite pleased with himself after a shopping spree. For the most part, his charisma got him some great deals! Now, he's ready for anything.

Reciept
Bedroll (1) = .1
Candle (10) + Wooden Case (1) = 1.2
Chalk (5) + Wooden Case (1) = .6
Crowbar (1) = 1.1
Fish hook (2) + Fishing Line (20ft) = .9
Flask, Metal (3) = .07
Grappling hook (1) = 1.5
Ink (1oz) = N/A at Price
Inkpen (1) = .08
Lamp, Common (1) =.1
Metal Mug = .05
Oil (12 pints) + Case (1) = 1.3
Fuse caps = N/A
Parchment (1) = 1.4
Pouch, Hard Leather (2) = 2.5
Rope, Hempen (50ft) = .6
Sealing Wax (1/2 pound) = .6
Sack (4) = .9
Sewing Needle (1) = Sewing Thread = .6
Signal Whistle (1) = 1.0
Soap (½ lb) = .23
Water Skin, Quart vol. (2) = 2.1
Bottle of Rum (1) = .1
Whet stone (2) (1 Course, 1 Fine) = .05
Peasant's Outfit = .1
Traveler's Outfit = .9
Quarter staff (1) = .01
Sling (1) and Bullets (10) =1.0

Total
19gp 9cp]
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Lady Jacqueline's face hinted at dolefulness as she handed Herr Johannes the letter of directions, her eyes seeming far away. "Maybe we should knock," she mutters under her breath, trying to cheer everyone up; her thoughts were returning to the present. Her smile returned, half-heartedly.

[Private to GM: Lady Jacqueline neatly packs away her back pack with new toys; she's now ready for anything!

Reciept
Quarter Staff = 0.1
Sling = 0.0
Bullets x10= 1.0
Arrows x20 = 1.1
Leather Boots = 0.2
Backpack 2 = 4.0
Bedroll = 0.1
Caltrops x3 = 3.1
Case for map/scroll 1 = 0.9
Candle x10 = 0.1
Crowbar 1 = 1.5
Flint and Steel 1 = 0.8
Grappling Hook 1 = 0.8
Mug/Tankard Clay = 0.2
Oil (1 pint) x10 =1.0
Rations x4 = 2.0
Hard Leather Pouch x2 = 2.1
Sewing Needle x2 & Thread = 0.9
Water skin 1 = 1.2
Sheath for Rapier = 2.5
Signal Whistle = 0.7
Piton x10 = 0.6
Hammer x2 = 0.9
Whetstone = .02
Holly and Mistletoe = .01
Musical Instrument, Flute = 4.0
Bottle of Rum 1 = 0.1
Peasant Outfit = 0.1
Traveler's Outfit = 0.7

Total
35 gp 1 sp 3cp
How much you have left?
1gp 2sp 7cp]
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The majority of the incredibly long walk through the city, Marcus is quiet, contemplating many things. He seems to know which direction the letter will lead them before it is read, an advantage of having lived among these streets for so long. Absently he muses at the old hideaways he would find as a child, in any back alley that suited his fancy at the time. But fond memories fade from his forethought quickly, his expression once again turning to one of deep reflection.

"Hah, guess we made it, finally. Here, I'll talk to the gate keeper." He states, deftly grabbing the note from Lady Jacqueline before she can hand it to Herr Johannes. He steps up to the guard station at the side of the gate, passing it to the man on-duty. "I believe we'll be on your list of guests today, if I'm not mistaken."

Lady Jacqueline bites back protest, her eyes wide and glaring at Marcus. At least he is bold enough to ask. But for him to-- she shakes her head, clearing any thoughts. She watches carefully, whilst keeping an eye out around them.

Surprise comes across my face as Marcus grabs the paper out from my near grasp. Protest comes to my mouth but does not escape when I realize that Marcus is deftly speaking to the gate keeper on our behalf. "Good idea Marcus, could I see that letter  please?" As we (presumably) enter the courtyard/lawn of Larlben I calmly look about as we enter looking for ways we might escape this manor if "negotiations" go sour, or if his offers are less then polite. I walk slowly, calmly, and gracefully, in a noble manner fitting the noble surroundings. I make an effort to take in every detail of the place and its layout that I can, hoping to make a mental map of the places I see. I seem to be impressed by the grandeur, but no more than in a passing way. "He has quite a place here." I say flatly. [Private to GM: {I steel my face lest any sadness comes to view from my mind and heart as I look upon a manor reminding me of what my family had

Also, upon some realization that caltrops were by the bag. I meant to buy 3 bags of caltrops and 2 trail rations.

I am putting this here so it is forum official, last purchase in post #31
is corrected to} 13gp 9cp]

Also...
 before we left the burned Inn. I speak upon deciding we have searched enough at this mournful place.
"We must remember to search this later, There may be clues to this mystery further hidden here, especially in this, what I expect to be, cellar, now buried beyond our reach."
     As we walk toward Larlben's house I break the silence and speak, trying to not let agitation come through my voice.
"Now on our way back, would someone please update me on what happened to you all while Lady Jacqueline and I were upstairs in that burning Inn. It must have been something because it has Adwonus really worked up here."
     After some reply I recall the girl who is traveling with us, of whom I still know not her name. "Miss, If you would like, you may travel with us if you would let us know more about you, and are not afraid of high adventure. I realize we know very little about each other and I do not wish you to endanger yourself anymore than you knowingly choose to. I will tell you more about who I am if you would do the pleasure of telling me more about yourself. In the meantime, we..." I pause, and whisper something to some of the group.

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus: May I tell her this? Is that truthful without being endangeringly voiced or clear? { "... are a group of adventures who have found ourselves highly involved, by mistake or purpose in these factional conflicts in this city. Per example this letter. There is little beyond that I can tell you at this time however. I can tell you more about my self though if you wish." }]
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Taisiya took a quick shake of her head, dusting off the blank stare she had on her face and looked towards Herr Johannes when he began to speak to her. She waited in silence for him to finish his secretive conversation with the others. "There is not much to know about me, just a name, being Taisiya, and that I'm a fighter." She spoke non-chalantly, moving her gaze away afterwards. "I am not afraid of adventure. That's what most of my life has been up to this point after all.

She pondered for a moment and looked ahead, thinking silently to herself for a moment in contemplation. "At this point, regardless, I would believe it to be too late to turn back." She spoke with a bit more lightness in her tone.

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; DM Ryan; Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus: in response to Johannes's first question: "I don't have a problem with her joining us, it seems our previous mission has failed so we are now on our own." in response to Johannes final question. "Again, I don't care, our mission has failed and she witnessed the assassination of Biff. What secrets would we be hiding from her?" ]
[Private to DM Ryan; Herr Johannes;Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus; Taisiya Northwood:  in response to Johannes's second question. "Well me and adwonus slew another orc who was attacking him. Perhaps he was shaken up by killing one of his own kind?]
"Glad to meet another fighter m'lady. A group always has room for another fighter if you ask me!" Now then, let's get on with it. dwalin says rather loudly. It seems it took a while for the food and ale to kick in, but dwalin now seems energized
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{on our route to Larlben's Estate}

After a short pause and some talking with my other party members I reply to our new traveling companion. "Excuse me on that interruption there Miss. We are a group of adventures who have found ourselves highly involved, by mistake or purpose in these factional conflicts in this city. Per example this letter. There is little beyond that I can tell you at this time however. I can tell you more about my self though if you wish. I would be glad to have you travel with us, especially as you said, that you are a fighter. "
     "And... I am pleased very Much to make your acquaintance, Taisiya." I take her hand (assuming it was offered) and kneel bringing it to my forehead, Similar to a kiss on the hand, but without the kiss. I continue "Interesting name, where are you from?"
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Marcus returns with a proud look on his face as the gates open behind him. The party is almost dumbfounded at how easy that was, as though fate wasn't meant to be that kind. Warily, they walk through. The stone wall is just as daunting up close, surrounding the estate without lapse; a thief would dread to enter this place. As the gate closes behind them, at least several jaws drop in awe.[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus feels a shadow slip through the gates before they close. This blade-agent is good.] Flowers of every color grow in elaborate patterns before the manor, and exotic fruit trees envelope the courtyard edges, combining in the senses as a new fragrance altogether. Larlben Manor towers over the gardens, and numerous spires pierce the sky. A semi-circular staircase leads up to the front door, as though welcoming visitors with outstretched arms. Many kings would be envious of this home. The doors open for the party as they approach and a bald-headed steward waits to greet you.

"Master Larlben bids you welcome to his home. My name is Sonfred, the head steward. This way please." He casually waves his hand beckoning you inside, seemingly indifferent to your existence. The party enters an ornate reception hall, the walls of which are dotted with elegant tapestries and works of art. "He has quite a place here," Herr Johannes says flatly. Although Herr Johannes said this out of politeness more than anything, the steward responds jovially to the comment, as though it were a personal compliment to him, "Some of our paintings are over a hundred years old. This one here was painted by Jaid Nathanier in..." Herr Johannes almost immediately regrets speaking as the steward begins an extensive lecture on art history. Leaving the main hall through another set of doors, they enter the gallery, a room entirely dedicated to an immense marble staircase that spirals through each floor of the manor. Sonfred's lecture is cut off by a chuckling voice from atop the stair, "Ahem, I think they get the idea Sonfred." The stewerd promptly responds, "Yes sir." Standing above is a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and a short beard. Wearing a blue doublet and brown cape, his appearance is certainly aristocratic, but his accent is far from it. Instead his voice is  plain, prudent, but friendly. "Welcome. My name is Celus Larlben." [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: His eyes rest on you while speaking as if he were talking to you alone. To your surprise, his gaze is neither cold nor possessive, but rather... compassionate.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: One tapestry on the wall catches Herr Johannes's gaze, for it reminds him of another long ago...

Prince Johannes stood before his favorite tapestry. Mostly white with a battle scene in the center, the main figure was a hero fighting to his last breath, surrounded by enemies. Around the edges of the frame were small angels looking upon the hero, waiting to receive him when the long night finally passed. Prince Johannes often contemplated the meaning of this one. Sometimes he thought it meant that true heroes live and die gloriously, in the name of some higher purpose, or that the heavens welcome those who are righteous to the end. Yet in a way, the tapestry bothered him, because no matter what it actually meant, it still depicted the hero losing and getting killed. Prince Johannes made a mental note that if he ever had a tapestry made, it'd have a happier ending than this.

He continued to walk down the hall amidst the gilded decor. Some of the artwork had been here for generations; it was remarkable to think his ancestors walked down these same halls and perhaps even looked at that same tapestry. Prince Johannes heard the patter of footsteps as a servant approached him, "M'lord!" He was clearly excited about something, breathlessly trying to get it out. Prince Johannes replied, "Calm down, speak friend." The servant took a deep breath and spoke, "General Lasker and the army have returned from the battle!" Prince Johannes didn't say another word before he took off at a fast pace toward the barbican. Moving hastily up the stairs, he stepped onto the battlements where he could see the army returning to the city. Cheers and celebration echoed from a great crowd near the city gate, an indication they were victorious!

Prince Johannes belonged out there with the army, he knew this in his heart, but he'd been injured in an earlier battle. His hand traced the scar along the side of his stomach; it'd finished healing only just recently. He hated the idea of returning to the castle from the front, but his surgeons insisted on it; it was his duty to stay alive. Only after they said he'd likely die should the wound re-open from a strenuous act was he reluctantly persuaded. His soldiers understood what had happened, and there was no shame in it. He still hated it all the same. But he knew his place; he was the only heir to the kingdom, and there were responsibilities he'd must fulfill someday. As the soldiers reunited the with their loved ones below, knights and officers filed into the castle to declare their victory to king. Prince Johannes didn't plan on missing that. Wasting little time, he made his way to the throne room...]
[Private to Marcus: Home. Marcus knew every room, garden, and stone in Larlben Manor; he'd lived here for most of his life, a place of peaceful respite compared to the city around it. In the past, he'd asked his father why he chose to build the manor here, for they easily could have built it in the country, away from the crowded buildings and political havoc. His father told him this was their home, where he himself grew up, and that he couldn't help his home prosper from afar. Truly, his father cared about this city. Marcus wondered if his companions would see it, how they'll react to all this. It made him both excited and nervous.]

"Ocean cease your thunderous call,
Glisten for me one again."

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus had felt the agent Pyrra sent following them, who was now under his command; a blade who won't argue or ask questions, who'll do as he's told and do it well. Good thing too, for he'd need all the help he can get here. Adwonus carefully studied the security around the Larlben Estate, which was daunting to say the least. Even he'd have a hard time breaking into this place. Assassination was going to be difficult. 'Why do I go through all this hardship?' Adwonus asked himself. 'Do I do it for Steyus?' He knew the answer was no; he didn't truly care what lord was in power or what nobles fought over. 'Then who do I do it for?' he demanded of himself. Clear as day, the answer was right there, and yet it surprised him. He did it for her.]
[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin glanced around the halls. The humans were in awe of the of the elaborate decorum, which filled Dwalin with near disgust. This was nothing compared to the wealth of Dormania, before the wars...

Golden statues lined the chamber, each a memorial to dwarven heroes of the past. Dwalin had read each tablet a hundred times and knew the names and their deeds by heart. There was Y'mir, who led the dwarves to Dormania after a great exodus from the north for reasons lost to time; Hobur, who fought off the invading Da'ak kingdom in the great war; Solin, who doubled the size of the empire. These were great figures for each and every dwarf to look up to.

Linus stepped beside Dwalin, one of his oldest friends, "You know, the words never change, and I know you know 'em by heart." His long blonde beard was newly braided into a single strand down his chest, and an axe was still slung on his back, a sign he'd just been training. "Yes," Dwalin replied, "but I like to remind myself." Linus chuckled, "Of what?" Dwalin turned to him, his expression quite grim, "My father returned from the war council today. They say there's a Goblin Horde approaching from the north." "I see..." Linus lost his smile. "I have much to live up to," Dwalin continued, "If we're to survive."]
[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya leaned over the railing of the ship and felt the ocean breeze. White hair fluttered in the wind as the hood of her cloak fell back. Many years had passed since the day that boy died. She'd left home without a word while her family was still in the field; if she had stayed, she would've brought trouble down on them all, and they didn't deserve that. Taisiya grew melancholy at the thought of never seeing them again. She missed her parents. She'd worked every kind of job since then, doing what she must to survive; only recently did she hear about the city of Herrod, and how anyone could build a new life there. They said it was the place for humble beginnings.

The ship rocked gracefully in the water, waves crashing against the side of the ship. Taisiya could feel the spray on her face and found it rather refreshing. Finally, a long-awaited voice bellowed out from the crow's nest, "Land ho!" She looked out toward the front of the ship and could see a sparkling light on the horizon, a star trapped between earth and sky. Sailors called the city the Jewel of Herrod, for it was said to shine like a gem from the sea; they were right. The isle of Perdane followed into view on the western horizon, a green strip along the world's edge. Before long, the gem grew into a castle, bridges, ships, and buildings, thousands of them! She'd never realized so many people could live in one place nor that cities of such grandeur existed. For the first time in years, Taisiya felt hope for her future. Perhaps she truly could build a life here...]

Adwonus stops in the room, checking his surroundings, looking for doors, windows, anything that could house a spy. Or perhaps an exit. As the doors close behind him, he relaxes his muscles, focusing, thinking about something, but the others do not know what.

[Private to DM Ryan: Ryan, how do I communicate with the assassin? I need him to unlock all the doors(including the gate) that we passed through. DM Ryan - He'll make first contact... when you're alone.]
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Lady Jacqueline's face lights up at the beauty of the gardens. "Look at these--!" She darts over to a tree with blossoms. "These...[Private to DM Ryan: remind me of mother..]" The scent of the blossom gripped her in a trance. Another few plants catch her eye-- herbs that she knew could assist with healing. "You guys! You think he would send us with some of these? I wonder if he'd be willing to spare a few seeds.." Tea bushes and gardens! The whole sight she took in with wonder. Intently, she was listening to Sonfred to hear the many stories behind these many different plants and paintings. When interrupted by the headmaster, she stilled her thoughts and locked eyecontact with Larlben. Why.. She thought to herself silently, keeping her face relaxed to show no emotion. Why is he staring at me...?
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Celus Larlben's crisp voice resounds in the spacious hall as he speaks to the party from atop a marble stair, "Welcome to my home. Let us discuss matters informally and at ease over lunch this afternoon. The dining hall will be prepared within the hour. Until then, my servants have prepared some rooms for your use and comfort, to freshen up or rest." Herr Johannes begins a reply, "I'm not entirely sure we..." "...can stay too long," Celus Larlben finishes for him. "You're apprehensive about my hospitality. I understand. If it's any testament to my good intentions, you've been my guests for several days now, and I'd like to believe I've sheltered you well." The enigmatic statement confounds Herr Johannes, "What do you mean?" Larlben chuckles, "You have been using my safehouse after all. To be frank, I didn't realize you were using it until the other day. I'm surprised Marcus remembered it was there."

Eyes turn to Marcus, who feels uncomfortable as a flurry of emotions rise in the room. Celus Larlben continues, "But everything turned out well. I told Marcus to keep you safe, and here you are. You're in the safest place in the city and unharmed." Marcus speaks, "I'm afraid I almost failed. When Boar's Tusk burned, some of us nearly didn't make it." Celus Larlben replies with a comforting smile, "And yet you did. I couldn't ask more from you." He looks intently at Marcus, "You've done well. I'm proud of you." An unusual thing for an employer to say. Until Marcus responds, "Thank you.... father."

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus looks around and sees many servant taking care of the household, but none look particularly threatening. Adwonus can't help but think, "No guards... how peculiar."]

Lady Jacqueline blankly threw glances between Larlben and Marcus, trying to find similarities between facial features. (07:06, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 20 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.) After a long pause, she looks back at Herr Johannes with her eyebrows up a littler higher and her shoulders shrugging a little bit in confusion. [Private to DM Ryan: Something seemed odd about these two (Marcus and Larlben), and especially Marcus's familiarity on top of the look Larlben had cast at her. She tries to rack her memory, but nothing seems to come up but blurry furies of what happened out at sea.]

Adwonus pauses, and a look of mild discomfort passes over him, and he speaks. "I need to step out and use the head. Think you could tell me where it is?" his eyes fall on the wealthy master of the house, and then to Marcus.
 [Private to DM Ryan: I'm stepping out to meet the assassin.]
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[Private to DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer: "You all don't really know about the company you keep, do you?"] Taisiya whispered to Dwalin, looking between Marcus and Larlben

Marcus feels the collective stares of his comrades upon him, in various states of shock. He turns to them, giving them a shrug. "Sorry, I suppose I should re-introduce myself. I'm Marcus Larlben. I may have lied to you all about working for Riele. But I was sent to keep you safe." He pauses, seeing the general assembly looking back and forth between his father and himself, comparing their faces. "I'm told I take after my mother. At any rate, my father would like to have a word with you, so I would appreciate it if you would hear him out before relieving yourself." This last part is directed towards Adwonus. Finally he addresses his father. "And what's this about me forgetting? You and I both know that was the exact one I used for two weeks when I was ten." He spoke casually, but with an air of fondness, with the elder Larlben. He neglected, however, to mention that this two week excursion into the city proper had been the reason his father hired the quartermaster that had trained him to fight.

     I pull my head back slightly, while my eyes look to Marcus and Larlben and back, considering this new truth brough into the open, considering its implications as well as its veracity. I calmly think to myself of what has just been revealed. Not sure what to say I calmly wait for others to speak.
     Marcus adress, however, brings to mind some words whick I speak calmly with pause. "Well, I appreciate you telling us the truth, even if it was late, assuming this is the truth this time." I say flatly, while thinking 'Hmmm, things make more sense now.' "That does explain your mission....Aaannd, I am glad your mission was a sucess too." I give a small chuckle hoping to lighten the mood a little.
      [Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Martin Rolfe; Taisiya Northwood: I think to myself further, assessing this man. 'I have questions, but now is not the time to ask. I am sure Larlben will ... that is the Larlben Senior, will make a time to talk to us in a fittingly polite and decent manner. He does seem to be well mannered and well to do. He apparently did not want us dead, at least for now, so it seems we are safe for the time being.']

Eyes dart back and forth between Marcus and Celus in a state of disbelief. The two look incredibly similar, and Adwonus mentally rebukes himself for not seeing it before. "It makes sense now," Adwonus thinks to himself, "the only party member to not reveal his last name, sent by Rielle yet had no knowledge of the the task, and brought us to a safehouse that not even I knew of. Adwonus you fool..." [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Lady Jacqueline gazes up at Celus and indeed he is the spitting image of Marcus, yet he lacks any familiarity whatsoever; truly, he's a stranger. Although Marcus looks similar in almost every way, there is something different. Lady Jacqueline continues to search for what (there must be one! she thinks), but she can't place her finger on it, despite the answer staring her in the face...]

Celus chuckles, "Oh yes, how could I forget that story Marcus; you must tell that at lunch! As for your relief Master Adwonus, there are baths in your quarters. My servants shall show you the way. As for me, I must check upon my wife. I trust you'll find your accommodations suitable, and my servants shall call upon you when the chef has finished his work." Celus walks up the stairs and disappears beyond the polished marble. After a few moments, Sonfred steps onto the first stair and speaks, "Follow me sirs." He leads the party upstairs where Celus had been not long ago and into a long hall. The woodwork of the hall is ornately carved, with detailed shapes and patterns decorating the border of each wall, each containing their own work of art. A lavish, dark red rug stretches the entire length of the hall.

"Just this way," says Sonfred as he turns left. Marcus remains at the top of the stair, "I'll catch up. I have my own room." He lightly laughs, trying to sound apologetic at the same time. "This way." Sonfred says with a little more impatience. [Private to Marcus: You have many options available: Speak to father, speak to mother, return to your quarters and collect new items, attempt to spy on the party, and more, if you are creative.] The party follows him another twenty feet down the hall were he abruptly turns around and faces them; waving his hands toward both sides of the hall, he says, "One room for the ladies, another for the gentlemen." His eyes study the group's attire with a repulsed expression, "There are also suitable clothes inside for you to (he scowls once more at the filthy tunics and armors) ...change into. As well as small gifts from the master of the house. You willed be called upon when lunch is served." He scowls once more, an apparently common expression of his, at Dwalin's axe, "I'll also mention no weapons are permitted in the dining hall, for guard and guest alike." Sonfred stiffly chuckles, "That is actually at the insistence of Madame Larlben, who demands she should not need to fear for her life during meals. Forgetful guards have received the most vicious of scoldings! I'll leave you to your chambers." Sonfred abruptly turns once more and walks away down the hall while the party opens their rooms.

They are astounded. Herr Johannes steps on the rug, his feet sinking softly into the dark red color. Three beds are arranged around each room, each with a bed frame seemingly hand-carved to match the carvings in the hall. In the men's room, one entire wall is painted with a beautiful landscape, the mountain ranges of Cathyria, from one end to the other in a panorama; in the ladies, there is another landscape painting, the coastline of Perdane with its cliffs and beaches. The furniture is just as exquisite with several polished tables and dressers. Within each room there is another door, leading to a bath, and a glass door leading to a small balcony; both balconies overlook one of the Larlben Estate gardens, from where the flower patterns can be fully enjoyed (In fact, the gardens were designed from the vantage point of the guest rooms). On top of the beds are small latched boxes, which contain gifts for everyone. Sure would be nice to live here...
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P.M.
[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Ropes were tied to the dock with skill and speed, by the worn hands of sailors. Like the sound of a boulder dropped in water, Taisiya could hear the anchor cast off. She grabbed her modest bag of belongings – called a wool sack by more practical people – and stepped off the ship that had been her home for the past few weeks. She was quite sick of that home. Streets led to the Bazaar from the docks, something she yearned to see. Herrod's Bazaar sold everything imaginable and even things unimaginable until you'd seen them. Recieving the wares of nearly every ship to pass through Isles of Mercia, the marketplace was a picture of the whole world, depicting every culture through their trades. Taisiya spent hours window shopping and frequently reached into her coin pouch only to remember it was empty.

Dusk fell, and she didn't have money for a bed. Returning to the docks, Taisiya sat on the edge of the pier and gazed at the Tigryn Sea. When morning came, the sun would breach that horizon. She figured this was as good a place as any to sleep tonight; tommorow would be for job hunting. Unexpectedly, a voice shouted from behind, "Hey! What are you doing here?" Taisiya leaped onto her feet like a cat caught offguard, "I- I'm sorry, I-" An earring dangled aside his short black hair as he spoke, "You're not supposed to be here. Get ou-..." He fell speechless before the word was finished as Taisiya stepped into the view. Dark eyes studied her with a natural intensity and also a bewilderment that seemed foreign to him. Taisiya spoke hastily, "I'll leave, sorry." "No wait," he said, his voice softened considerably, "Come here." She eyed him warily as she approached, "I think it's best if I just leave." He smiled in awe of her, as though he'd found a long lost treasure, "You don't understand." Slowly and cautiously, he told hold of her hand, as if touching her confirmed she was real. His eyes stared directly into hers, "I know what you are... I am the same."]

Taisiya walked into the ladies' room in a state of awe. She could not believe what she was seeing. Never in her life had she seen a room so regal and divine. She slowly stepped towards the balcony, and stared out the window, seeing a portion of the gardens. "This is..." she paused, at a loss for words. "I've never seen rooms like this in my life." She looked around, genuinely taken in by it all.

After she finally took it all in and regained mental composure, Taisiya tucked a loose, white hair behind her ear and looked at the beds. "What are in these boxes?" She asked, only half rhetorically.

Lady Jacqueline glares between Larlben and Marcus, muttering to herself in a language no one understood. As she followed them down the corridor, she memorizes her mapping of the castle and then is taken aback by the embroidery, design, and poise of the place. She casts Marcus a fleeting glance in curiosity, wondering if he'd lived in this place all his life. He just seemed... different, now that there was a new light on him. She shrugs it off immediately, getting distracted by new scenery-- and she pushes through into her room to take in the surroundings. "Wow..." she finally manages after a few gaping moments.

She turns back to Taisiya with a wide-open smile. "Have you ever seen such a place??!" She takes in the room, the ceiling with paintings, the walls with beautiful trim, and the beds with their gifts on top. "Are these--?" she points to one of the boxes and gets around to taking off her gear and setting it on one of the beds farthest from the door. "If I may be bold... Do we have new attire that we may wear? We are a little.. singed from our last encounter." She sits down on the bed and peers tenderly at the box.
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Marcus returns to his own room, swiftly changing into a less worn-in outfit. He keeps the sword at his belt, the weight of it a small comfort. With a final once-over to make sure he is prepared to meet guests, he makes his way to the others' quarters, hoping to see to it that they are alright.

Dwalin looks around at all the decoration with a frown on his face. He grunts to himself when he sees and hears the others reactions to the house. He is obviously not impressed by  the place and even appears a bit agitated by it. He enters into his room and begins to remove his armor and replace it with the clothing provided

[Private to GM: It feels good to be in a place so ornate as this... again, yet it brings up painful memories... I almost shed a tear, but push it back quickly. I try to focus on the good memories, the ones that were of a time before calamity, before shame, in the idyllic untouched state of memory they are. 'I need to remain in control. Focus on the mission.' I think to myself.]
     I remember to take a meticulous note of the path we have traveled since we entered the mansion to get to where we are, while I observe the intricate, masterwork surroundings, appreciating the craftsmanship. I focus more on our route though, lest I begin to feel jealous.
     Personally, I am a bit repulsed by our guide's distaste of our appearance and smell. I am inclined to react in such a way as lifting my own nose to him, though I only do mentally and a slight look of disgust finds its way to my face, while he is not looking at me, 'Who is he to think such of us?, ...of me? Has this man worked a single day physically? Slaved in the sun? Suffered to survive? I would think not. Who is he to condemn a man such as myself who he knows nothing about!?' I consider reacting and protesting the control of weapons based on the code of knighthood. I refrain realizing he has little say in the matter. The only one to ask, truely, is Mr. or Mrs. Larlben. I politely nod to Sonfred as he leaves, holding back my feelings, remembering to be courtly as a knight would.
     After he leaves I breath and cool my emotion. 'I suppose I too know little of this butler... but still who is he to condemn?!' I begin to look down at my armour and tunic. The blood, ash, and coal would be nice to clean off. My hair still does seem to smell like ash, fire, and whatever was burning in that inn. 'That could be burnt bodies.' I think to myself. With sudden distaste I quickly block that out of my mind with many other emotions and thoughts.
     "I wonder if we have time to bathe before lunch?" I ask entering our room. I am suddenly taken back for a moment looking into our room, "What a scene?!" [Private to GM: {I may be a prince, but I never took craftsmanship, art, and wealth for granted, especially after living on the road or as a refugee for so long}] I say to myself, staring intently at the mural to see if I recognize it. [Private to GM: {do I recognize it, Ryan? I may have traveled to their when I was a bit younger? I could put that in my back story maybe? :)}]
     I then remember again the opportunity of a bath, 'I can study this more later.' I look about the room for a wardrobe. Noticing the box on a bed, I quickly approach the bed I think most likely to be mine, pick up the box and examine it a moment. I set my quarterstaff and backpack down. "Schauen Sie, Geschenke!" I say quietly, but excitedly, holding up the box toward the other men in the party. I bring it to Lady Jacqueline quickly, considering to myself the risk. I offer it to her. "Can you take a look at this? Do you think it is trapped?" I say quietly to her. {Assuming she says no} I gingerly open the box, after her inspection.
     "Danke!" I say to Lady Jaqueline, as I go back to the wardrobe, to search for a clean tunic. Whether I find one or not, I plan to risk bathing before lunch anyways. So I bathe, with the fine soaps and oils provided. It is so refreshing to feel clean again. I muse to myself while bathing 'Thank God, He saved us like he did in the Inn, He really came through for Lady Jaqueline and myself.' I pray "Thank you Lord most dearly once again for our deliverance from the fire." After batheing I dress in the new tunic provided {or a clean set of travlers clothes from my sack} and begin to go to work cleaning and oiling my armour. I pause a molment before continuing and I put my sword belt back on my hip, I do not plan to let it go beyond my arms reach[Private to GM: , but request that I be allowed to wear it while we dine, on the basis of my code as a knight, at minimum I must keep it as near as possible]...
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Sonfred replies, "I'll have a bath drawn sir," in his usual pretentious voice and disappears down the hall. "Thank you," calls Herr Johannes after him before closing the door.

Dwalin finishes changing into his new clothes. He puts on the final piece, a black velvet robe, over his new green tunic and trousers, the preferred color and style of dwarven nobility. It's a perfect fit, originally made for dwarven royalty in a foreign land. Dwalin examines himself in the mirror and nods in approval while wondering what kind of fur the robe's collar is made of. Adwonus and Herr Johannes open the armoire and find multiple options for them as well! Herr Johannes lays a few doublets on the bed when he hears a knock on the door. After a moment the door opens and a train of servants walk in carrying hot water. Entering the bathroom, they each pour their water into the tub and line the counters with fine soaps and oils. "If there's anything else you need sirs, please let us know!" says one of the senior maids, a kindly woman in her 50's. They leave the room, and Herr Johannes grows a wide smile.

Taisiya opens a small latched box and pulls out a fascinator made with feathers from a rare tropical bird. She giggles and hands it to Lady Jacqueline, "I think this is for you!" Lady Jacqueline takes it joyfully, almost forgetting to be courteous in her excitement, and trades another box in return. Taisiya opens this one to find a silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant; it looks incredible. Lady Jacqueline sees Taisiya simply staring at it and asks, "What's the matter?" She responds, "I... I've never really had jewelry before." Lady Jacqueline lightly laughs, "Well it looks beautiful; plus, it matches your hair!" They're interrupted by a knock on the door. Lady Jacqueline opens it to see Herr Johannes - who smells much better now - holding his box, "Sorry for interrupting." He smiles, clearing happy about his new cleanliness, "But can you check this for traps?" Lady Jacqueline smirks and examines the box {Search Check - Success}, and hands it back, "It's clean!" "Danke!" he responds before hastening back to Adwonus and Dwalin. [Private to Taisiya Northwood: {You gain item - Silver Moon Necklace} Inside the armoire are numerous dresses; if you wish to change into one, you may design your own!] [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: {You gain item - Feathered Fascinator} Inside the armoire are numerous dresses; if you wish to change into one, you may design your own!] [Private to Herr Johannes: {You gain item - Lion Brooch} Opening the box, you find brooch in the shape of a lion curled around a pearl in the center, usable for fastening a cloak or cape.] [Private to Adwonus Swillman: You notice something... one of the servants had clothes that didn't quite fit him, and a small but recent cut on his hand. You think you found your agent.]

Adwonus speaks, "I'm going to walk around." Before Herr Johannes can speak another word, Adwonus is gone. Dwalin grunts, not giving much indication about what he thinks of all this. "I see Adwonus is doing his thing again," says Marcus from the door, now dressed in a blue doublet. Herr Johannes and Dwalin look up in modest surprise, not having expected to see him. Marcus smiles and continues, "I suppose you have questions for me!"

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus casually walks along the hall until he hears a whistled tune from one of the rooms. He opens the door and steps into a spare chamber where a butler stands, pretending to clean something - except that he isn't a butler. "Nice costume, where'd you get it?" says Adwonus. The blade-agent chuckles, "From someone who won't miss it. Nicked me though," he lifts up his hand revealing a small cut on his knuckles. He continues, "Jeth at your service sir. Pyrra sends her regards. What are your orders?"]

"I beg of you with heart and soul,
Freedom from a heartless end."

[Private to Herr Johannes: Prince Johannes took his seat on a grand wooden chair. Many other chairs filled the side of the hall, but his was closest to the pair of thrones in the center, where sat the king and queen. Princess Wendelin, his younger sister, sat next to him; her blonde hair was newly styled in a complex braid. She touched his shoulder, "I haven't seen this many knights in one place since the Aber Festival!" She seemed excited, moreso at the spectacle of armor and nobility than the proceedings of war. Johannes's brother and second sister climbed into their seats beside Wendelin, their feet dangling some inches from the ground. Johannes was the eldest of the four by far; Wendelin was merely fifteen years of age and the other two even younger. As a result, Johannes often felt compelled to be an example for his siblings, someone they could look up to. He replied to Wendelin, "Indeed it's been some time since the halls were filled! The knights are coming – silence now good sister."

Three knights clad in armor, meticulously polished in preparation for this moment, walked down the aisle toward the King, who sat upon his throne. Johannes's father radiated a regal splendor; a gold crown rested on his blonde hair, and his beard was still thick despite a ting of gray. The three knights stopped before the King and bowed. The middle of the three, General Lasker, spoke with a booming voice, "My King, I have come to declare to you our victory in war against the Styrie, who made wanton aggression against our southern border. The Battle of Habsmoor lasted from dawn til dusk, and our soliders fought with courage only found in Vaterland hearts. Each one who fell did so with dignity and may they never be forgotten. Many great men among us fought fiercely and with undying strength, but none were more fierce than Sir Rysan," the general placed his hand on the knight to his right, "whose heroism made certain our victory. He must've of slain a hundred by his own hand, and without his daring tactics in the midst of battle, many thousands of our men may not have returned this day."

Rysan bowed even lower during the praise, an open display of modesty. He appeared to be a foreigner, for his armor was dark gray, shrouded by a black fur cape – very different from Vaterland knights. Rysan's face was a dark tan, his jaw well-carved; he'd be considered handsome by anyone's account. He spoke with a clear baritone voice, "Great king, I did only my duty. Truly the victory lies with the great people of your kingdom." The king replied, his voice reverbating through the hall, "Sir Rysan, your humility speaks much. You are a foreigner, and yet you came to us in our hour of need and performed a noble service. Vaterland owes you a great debt; as such, it will be repayed! Make a request of me, and I shall grant it." Rysan glanced upward, speaking gracefully, "My king, I've grown fond of the people here and its beautiful country. My only request is that I be granted a modest keep and lands by which I may continue to live here and serve the kingdom." The King smiled, impressed with Rysan's chivalry, "This past week, the Count of Torne has died without an heir, and his property thus gone to the crown. It seems only fitting that I proclaim you the new Count of Torne, along with its deeds and title lands! May you prosper here in the Vaterland, Sir Rysan!" The hall breaks into a roaring applause, and Sir Rysan stands to accept the praise {Sir Rysan has completed his quest & gained XP}. Wendelin leaned towards Johannes, "Well that was exciting! Lucky for Rysan that Count passed away, huh." Johannes responded, "Yea... lucky."]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Linus swung his axe fiercely, bashing against Dwalin's shield. If the axe hadn't been wooden, it easily could've broken an arm. Dwalin shouted, "Is that all?" He swung his own axe which missed. Linus smirked, for the swing hadn't even come close – except that was Dwalin's plan. The underside of the axehead hooked Linus's leg and tripped him; he fell onto his back, an awkward position when one's in full plate. "Ugh, no fair," he said as he lift his hands in surrender. Dwalin helped him to his feet; they'd been practicing often the past couple days, and they had the bruises to show for it. "That enough for today," Linus said, "Let's get some ale."

The two un-donned their armor and walked through the warm stone halls. This place was their home. They were born here. Warmth radiated from a large firepit at the side of the grand hall, a flame which rarely ever died. Dwarves were merriest with an ale in hand. That being said, there was no place merrier than the grand hall. The tables were almost full, but Dwalin and Linus had no trouble finding a place among friends. Suddenly, the doors slammed open as an elder walked into the room, followed by Komli Grayhammer. The elder spoke, "Silence bretheran, for the time is nigh." The room entered perfect silence; all dwarves revered the elders. "General Grayhammer's scouts have returned. It is as we feared. The Goblin Horde is not passing by our land; they have turned west and march toward our gates. They'll be here in 2 days. Prepare yourselves my bretheren." The elder and Komii Grayhammer left, and the hall broke into hushed speech. Linus spoke to Dwalin, "Seems we'll get the chance to put that practice to the test, right?.. Dwalin?" Dwalin didn't hear. His thoughts oddly went to the golden statues and the heroes of old. For he had much to live up to.]

Lady Jacqueline smiles and takes her box and a few sets of clothes into the bathroom, intricately placing them all on a bar to assess their new looks. She takes a look at a lavendar and light-gold trim, a burgundy and plum trim, and a deep sea blue and silvery-blue trim. A devious grin fleets across her face as she looks at the tub with oils. "I'll... be a few moments.." She longs to smell good again, and thus shuts the door behind herself.

[Private to DM Ryan: And, not forgetting about it, she pulls out the envelope in her bracer to see what is inside.]

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 56):

[Private to DM Ryan:  Adwonus looks up at his newfound assistant, eying him carefully. The man's good. Too good. In the back of his mind he hopes the servant's corpse isn't discovered, but he trusts inthe sneak's ablities. He waits a moment before whispering, contemplating his orders. "I have a few possible plans," he starts, there's a pinch of unease in him. He's more of a bounty hunter than an assassin, but he works with what he has, " I need to know where our little lord sleeps. And I need you to keep his door, and any others that might hinder me unlocked tonight. I'll need a dagger, from one of the guards or servants. That will be the weapon I use. I'll also need you to keep him exposed, try to lure or dispose of his guard if he has one. I cannot be seen. Once he's slit and asleep again, I'll throw the dagger yard, as if an amateur tried to dispose of it, after which, I'll return to my bed. If I am to disappear it will be far too apparent." He pauses, "Look, I'm not an assassin. I'm a tracker, I want your opinion on this, can you do what I have asked?" His eyes are serious, and listening.]

"Child underneath the storm,
Thrown into by evil will."

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Inside the envelope a map covered in strange markings and a torn piece of paper from Biff's Journal. Lady Jacqueline reads several paragraphs that stand out...

These past few months, our numbers have been growing. People are now flocking to the name of Delcor faster than ever before.  And that's what worries me. It's almost too good to be true. I approached Kelden on this issue and tried to tell him my suspicions, that we're gaining new followers unreasonably fast, but he dismissed me saying, 'the people now recognize the justness of our cause.' He may be right. Perhaps I'm just being paranoid...

...I've been tracking pirates for the past year now, hoping to lead me to Alldyde, but it's been difficult these past few months; their movements have been nearly impossible to follow. However, I managed to follow one pirate yesterday to a tavern around the north side of town. I secretly watched him from a nearby table. The man ordered drinks while speaking to people around him, and I witnessed the strangest thing – he started to praise Delcor! He talked about Delcor's right to the lordship, his natural ability to lead, and the need to overthrow Steyus. Why would a pirate say these things?! He might not have been a pirate at all as he was dressed in normal clothing, and I foolishly mistook him for one. Or this one pirate may have been an unusual case, a man beginning to leave his corrupt ways. Then again I'm not so sure. It makes no sense...

...Later this week we're a negotiating a truce with Larlben at the Boar's Tusk. The union will give us the strength we need to overthrow Steyus at last. I've already begun talks with a man named Ming-Lo whose been a terrific drinking partner. When the negotiations are finished, I'll return and try talking to Kelden once more about my suspicions, but I'm not sure what good it'll do.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Jeth's short brown hair and ordinary face are perfect for undercover work. With ease, he seems to blend in with the crowd, a likely reason he's been so successful as a blade-agent. He speaks with a serious tone as matters turn to business, "I can retrieve a weapon for you sir from the guard room; a dagger could easily become 'lost' after I clean their quarters. As for the door, it'd be unwise to unlock until just before it's time. If the door were discovered unlocked before then, it could arouse suspicion. To fix this, I can join you when you arise from your room and cover you on the mission. On another note, I'll also be present during this so-called lunch – in case anything goes wrong. If you need me to intervene at anytime, simply hum a tune. Is this alright sir?" Jeth's been well-disciplined by his training under Pyrra. He'll be quite useful indeed...]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Palms cupped together, the man held a small flame. There was no candle, match, nor wick, but simply a flame that rested inexplicably in his hands, floating just above the skin. He audibly exhaled, breathing life into the fire; it doubled in size, still mysteriously balanced on his palms. Cradled like a child, he held it up for Taisiya to see before dropping his arms. The flame disappeared where it was, as though it had never been. They sat on the edge of the pier where night had grown quiet and peaceful. "I was born here," he said. "When I was thirteen, I discovered something within. Without lifting a finger, I moved things around my house and chased our cat with dancing lights. My mother saw; she tried to drown me in order to 'save my soul'..." The last part he spoke with a cold countanence. "Obviously, I left after that," he smiled in a half-hearted effort at lightening the tone, but it was clearly something that perturbed him. "There aren't many people like us you know."

Taisiya's gaze drifted to the water, and she spoke, "When I was young, I had to flee my village. They would've killed me had I stayed." Taisiya choked on her words, for although it was the truth, she'd never said them aloud. "People are foolish," he replied. His hand reached out, lifting her chin. Her eyes met his which hid a dark well beneath surface, a bottomless pit carved out by a cruel world. "You aren't strange Taisiya, nor should you ever wish to be like them, as tempting as it may seem. Truth is you are better than them; they can't hope to be your equal nor comprehend the limit of your power. Learning this takes time, and I will help you." A more sincere statement could never be said. They left the pier, and for the first time in memory, Taisiya knew a friend.]

Taisiya ran her fingers along the smooth dresses in the wardrobes. The fabric was exquisite. She pawed through the fabrics, afraid of dirtying them or mistakenly hurting them. She carefully took out a long dress, coloured a soft blue with a trim shaded similar to a sunset. She walked over and gently lied it on the bed, waiting for Lady Jacqueline to finish in the baths. Taisiya looked at her white hair and saw all the dirt and dust within it, clearly showing with its dark contrast. She could not remember when she was last properly clean.

She turned towards Marcus and the remainder of the party in the rooms. She assumed that they would probably have proper questions, while the only thing she could think to herself was how must it have been to live like this? To grow up in a home like this? She pushed those ideas away, as well as her melancholy expression over them. "I suppose one question could be why you were sent to keep them safe, and why conceal your identity for that purpose?" Taisiya asked as she realized that there was a possibility of the rest of the party having mild shock, as they all seemed to have been together for some time.

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 60):

[Private to DM Ryan: Adwonus looks at his comrade with approval, "good thinking on the lock. If you can help me open it tonight, please do so. Unless of course you could lift the key and deliver it unto me. Which ever you think would be the best route. But I must stress, that this cannot be a cut and run for me. I need to awake with the rest of the party so I appear innocent. Perhaps you could make a rather, shall we say, 'showy' exit in the morning and slip away into the city? That would definitely allow me to keep my cover, but only if you are willing to take that risk. I do not want to waste lives."]

Marcus shrugs in response to the fair-haired woman's questions, apparently not phased by the sudden directness. "I'm not certain what my father wishes of them exactly, but I do know that whatever it is must be of great importance to the city. He wouldn't have sent me, otherwise. As for concealing my identity, I should think it would be obvious. My father is the wealthiest man in the city. I might be able to handle myself in a fight, but I could still have been a target of anyone knew who I was." He regards her with the same casual air, though wonders how much trust in himself has been lost.

     I leaf through the various tunics before settling on a particular fancy tunic. A blue one with silver trim, with the appropriate accompanying white shirt, dark tights, and bright royal blue cape, as well as any other appropriate accessories and attire. Some more comfortable footwear as well. I fasten the cape with the new broach I received in my box. I change into all this new noble looking attire. I finally finish it off with a regal looking hat with an attractive set of feathers in it. I lastly place my equipment belt and weapons belt over my outfits nice belt. {Looks similar to this tunic in blue with silver trim http://www.monde-medieval.com/...362-tunic-noble.html} {Also, what is the weather like outside our window? I would not want to wear something too warm on a hot day}
     I look up with a smile as Marcus leans in the door, "I am pleasantly surprised by your company Marcus. I have a question for you: How do you think this looks? Appropriate for your court?" I say it with a grin pulling my cloak hems wide and then bowing.

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus Larlben; Taisiya Northwood:
{I speak privately here because Adwonus left and he speaks in PMs so I thought it fitting to do the same, shall we all do this while he is gone?}
     I move toward Marcus as I speak with a big smile. "Though, seriously my friend, are these all for us to keep? These outfits of nobility? Are these gifts from your father?"
     After his answer I am closer and speak looking directly at him, "I do have some more serious questions for you. I would ask that I would be able to keep my sword and dagger on me, or at minimum near me at the meal. A knight is not supposed to ever be far from his sword. I was told your mother forbids weapons at meals. I would think your father's intentions for us are good, else I know not why he would have risked his own son to protect us, but still, I have a code; a knight is never to be caught unable to defend himself. I mean, I see you with your sword on your hip. Would it be unfitting for us to come to dinner wearing our armour as well?"
     After Marcus reply I answer, "One last question, we were told Martin was here, do you know if he is well?"
      I lean in closer to speak this last line almost whispering, "Do you know where Adwonus is by the way, he left as you arrived, he seems to do that too often."]

Marcus chuckles, "You look excellent Herr Johannes. In fact, you're all welcome to keep those outfits!" That makes Herr Johannes happy. Marcus steps inside and sits at a table in the room. He's changed into new clothing as well. Between the truth of his background and the new elaborate clothes, Marcus now seems like an entirely different person. As he sits, Adwonus also returns from his walk, muttering, "Nice place." The half-orc leans on a wall near Dwalin and they talk to each other in loud whispers, "A lot of art here. I could never understand it." Dwalin responds in a similar whisper (although a dwarven whisper is closer to regular speech), "It's human art; it all looks ugly to me." Marcus politely ignores their conversation and continues in a casual manner, "Mother doesn't like weapons in the dining hall, but if you wear them, they probably won't say anything out of politeness. I'd shy away from armor through," Marcus lightly laughs, "Would be an awkward thing for lunch! By the way, I haven't learned about Martin yet, I'd suggest asking my father during our meal." Lady Jacqueline peers into the room, her hair wrapped up in a towel, "Hey you boys, finish getting ready! We'll be going downstairs soon!" Taisiya sprints gleefully toward the newly empty bathroom, and the men finish putting on their outfits. It's a good thing Marcus was present since Adwonus couldn't figure out how to tie the decorative threads on his tunic!

"Follow me," Sonfred briskly says. The men are stunned as Lady Jacqueline and Taisiya enter the hall, each wearing elegant dresses of contrasting blue. Together, they resemble the twilight sky, jewels in their hair like stars. Herr Johannes deeply blushes, despite a mental effort not to, and holds out an arm for Lady Jacqueline who grabs it jovially. Everyone's quite pleased with their new appearances. Sonfred leads them back down the marble steps onto the first floor and into a large hall through a near door. Inside is a long wooden table surrounded by numerous, ornate chairs. Various servants who stood about the room step forward and hold out seats for the party. The party sits down on soft, leather cushioned chairs, their minds hardly able to handle the luxury. Lady Jacqueline stretches out a hand and touches the bouquet of flowers in front of her; there were so many colors, she didn't think they were real. Celus Larlben walks in through another door, dressed in a green tunic, his dark brown hair styled to perfection. "Thank you all for coming, truly. My wife will be joining us in a moment - she always takes long to get ready." He pleasantly smiles and sits at the end of the table with Marcus at his right. Servants enter from a smaller door on the opposite side of the room and place trays of fruits and pastries along the center of the table, quickly followed by pitchers of wine. "Please, relax! We have a lot to talk about..."

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: "I will do my best sir," Jeth replied with a bow. Adwonus smirked, "I know you will." The two parted, and Adwonus headed back toward the room, his mind focused on the matters at hand...]

[Private to Herr Johannes: "How did the Count of Torne die exactly?" "He fell ill and succumbed to a fever one week ago my prince," spoke the royal barber. His scissors moved deftly around Johannes's ears, who was in dire need of a haircut. Johannes said, "The Count always seemed to be the picture of good health, shame about his passing." "Indeed sir," the servant continued while bits of blonde hair foated to the ground, "They say he ate some poorly cooked meat. Needless to say, his chef will have a hard time finding work after this!" The servant chuckled at his own joke. Thankfully for Johannes, the barber's hands remained steady. "Wouldn't he continue working under Sir Rysan?" A large tuft of hair fell on Johannes's chest, "Nay sir. Sir Rysan is said to have fired all the old servants and replaced them with his own." "What?" Johannes flinched and the scissors sheared a clip of hair they weren't supposed to. The servant exclaimed, "Apologies my prince! How clumsy of me." "No, it's alright," Johannes responded, "That was my fault truly. But you were saying about Sir Rysan's household?" "Apparently Sir Rysan wished to have servants from his homeland to speak his native tongue with, which is somewhere in Bishapur I expect." Johannes grew quiet as the servant finished his work. "I see..." The royal barber held a mirror in front of Johannes who nodded in approval without looking. His mind was elsewhere. ]
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[Private to DM Ryan: Upon 'not hearing about Martin yet', Lady Jacqueline keeps her calm and notes that along with the collection of her letter, which lies safely within her dress where men (unless they were vulgar-- or married) would not dare reach for. She smirks to herself and simply sighs, peering over her shoulder at her weapons laid neatly out on the bed.]

Lady Jacqueline's face seemed fair, [Private to DM Ryan: almost pale] in her new dress. The deep blue and silver trim seemed to match Herr Johannes almost exactly, which made her, in turn, blush. "You look..." she ponders to herself to find a fitting word, "...Royal, Herr Johannes." She laughs heartily, bowing almost as a response, and then further prodding him gently. "May I call you 'Lord' Johannes?" [Private to Herr Johannes: Her eyes seemed to be within the room, taking in all the overwhelming things, and her chatter interacting, and yet her mind seemed a little far away. She has a little trepidation about the dinner, about meeting her ladyship-- something about it seems bewildering and anticipatory, like she had to be aware of whom she is first before meeting her.]
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I greet Lady Jacqueline's compliment with a flourishing courtly bow. "You are looking most elegant yourself. A dress fitting of a full standing Lady." I smile and offer my arm in courtly manner to escort her down the flights of stairs to the dinning room.
     [Private to GM: 'Royal... Lord... A title all too fitting. If only she knew. I wish I could tell her, not yet though... I was born to wear that crown. Not time to think about this...' I push the thoughts from my mind once again. It is hard, if only someone could know, but not now. It is far too dangerous. 'I understand exactly why Marcus had to conceal his identity, that is why I do not hold it against him at all.']
     [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "I appreciate the offer of 'Lord,' Mein lieber, but I would that I not draw unnecessary attention. Though I do like the title." I lean closer to Lady Jacqueline and whisper. "I opened that sack I got from the man in the Inn. 24 gold. I spent most of it at the Bazaar. Did you open the envelope?"]
     Upon our arrival to the banquet hall I graciously accept my seating from the servant. I appreciate so much servants like that. I always feel such gratitude, even though it is their job, that is they get paid to do it. {if I am seated near Larlben Senior I lean toward him If not then I ask the servant to wait or wave them on and pass my seat to talk to him.} I make a point to move purposefully, gracefully, and calmly where I go in the Dinning Room. I lean toward Larlben when I reach him. I speak quietly, respectfully, and calmly while I address Master Larlben.
     [Private to GM: {only those nearby would hear this, I presumed it was them. I mainly did not want Adwonus to hear}]
     [Private to DM Ryan; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus Larlben; Dwalin Grayhammer; Taisiya Northwood: "Master Larlben, How shall I address you? ...I very much do not wish to offend, but as a knight I have a code of honor. I do not wish to go against your wishes, but I would like to at least inform you. As you can see I have my sword on my hip. Marcus is similarly so armed. My code requires I be armed nearly at all times. Experience has taught me the same. I pray it does not offend you or your wife. It is not that I am distrust of you or your wife, I am merely beholden to my duty."]
     After speaking I bow apologetically and nod in deference to him. After hearing his reply I respond {presumably thank you by the address he requests} and I return to my seat.
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Lady Jacqueline smiles shyly and nods at Herr Johannes [Private to Herr Johannes: in response to his question] and slides a folded piece of paper into his sleeve ere sitting at the long table and taking a seat opposite from Larlben senior next to Johannes. Across the top, one reads "Meine Lieber."

She lowers herself gracefully into a chair, patiently awaiting for someone to open up about recent events, whether future or past.

[Private to DM Ryan: The note is transposed in poetic German. The original copy lies in her bodice where no man dare reaches. :P  DM Ryan - Hehe, I don't think you had time to translate that journal fragment into german prose in between recently reading it in the bathroom and now. Something that lengthy, including writing a full copy, requires prior mention. Disallowed.

Well, fine, I'll make something up, haha. I had a back-up. And it'll be short. The real copy is still in her bodice.]
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Marcus sits next to his father, awaiting the arrival of his mother. He feels on edge, anxiousness slowly creeping up on him. He waits quietly, seeming to barely notice the others as he waits to see something particular.

Dwalin sits down where the servant indicates is his seat. As we are waiting for the food you hear a faint rumble. "My apologies,  I have not eaten for several hours." after a moment of silence dwalin a dresses Celus."Sir larlben, would you let us know what is going on here? I'm quite confused, as I expect my comrades are as well, to what happened at the inn and how you knew of our mission?"

Celus Larlben lightly smiles and replies to Dwalin, "No need for 'Sir' my friend. I'm neither a knight nor of noble birth; just a common man whose been fortunate in many ways." He takes a brief drink of wine. Although Celus Larlben appears calm and polite, a slight wrinkle of anxiety flashes across his face; or perhaps it's not anxiety at all – excitement? [Private to Herr Johannes: "And you may keep your weapon my friend. I doubt the Mrs. will notice tonight," he responds.]

"Please, call me Celus." A few servants bring pitchers of water as he continues speaking, "And I'm still not certain what occurred at the inn myself. However, I have some suspicions that I'll share with you later." Marcus places a pastry on his plate, attempting to keep things casual, but his ears rest intently on his father's words. "I never actually knew what mission Steyus gave you; in fact, I didn't care. When the report arrived from Noble Benson, an ally of mine, with names of whom he'd recruited for Steyus, I'd normally have payed it no attention. Until I saw one name on there which changed everything."

Celus itches his eye, apparently struggling to keep a dignified appearance, "Trusting my only son, I sent him to join you, and eventually bring you here to me." Herr Johannes speaks, "Why? For what purpose?" Seemingly deaf to the question, Celus looks at Lady Jacqueline and asks, "Jacqueline, where were you raised? How did you grow up?" Spoken earnestly, his gaze finally reveals an intense eagerness. Everyone stares at Lady Jacqueline in anticipation. [Private to Marcus Larlben: Your focus follows everyone else's to Lady Jacqueline. Her eyes widen at the sudden onset of attention, their deep blue color amplified by her azure dress. Marcus feels a puzzle piece fall into place, and the world shifts around him...][Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Everyone is staring at you, and your eyes widen in surprise. You look around and see Marcus, apparently unaware of what his father is exactly talking about, like everyone else. You feel a sudden onset of comfort as Marcus slowly smiles at you, as though he'd just come to a realization in his mind. A puzzle piece fall into place, and the world shifts around you...]
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     I am impressed at Celus's level of informality and lack of title. 'Ist er aufrichtig, dass demütigen?' I think to myself. I am interested at his passing of topics such as the battle at the inn and the lack of importance placed upon our identities as agents of Steyus. It is surprising, our visit here I think has little to do with our mission and the recent civil unrest it seems. I do still wonder where Martin is... I am excited though, I think something thrilling is afoot. I cannot help it, but my face begins to light up and a smile appears as I slowly turn to look at Lady Jacqueline. Could it be?!

     [Private to GM: Is Lady Jaqueline's mother not only alive, but the wife of Celus?! Is Marcus her half brother or full brother?! Anticipation begins to fill my heart with joy... I know I might be incorrect, but I feel my spirit seems to continue to confirm it to be true.]

In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 72):

Trapper appears from the hallway and into the conversation with Celus. He eyes him intently before speaking. "You say you have suspicions about the Inn. Spit them out, I don't like having treats dangled in front of me for the future. You say you are not of noble birth, you are a common man? then let's cut the formalities."
His voice is sharp, unlike his attire, which he has not changed. Adwonus stands proudly in his dirtied dark red tunic, gray cloak and leather puldrons. You can see impatience in his eyes, and then again, you realize that he has no time for games. He wants answers.

[Private to DM Ryan: I take a look at Celus, seeing if he appears to be trained, IE his movements, his figure. ]

Lady Jacqueline ponders a moment as Larlben Sr. discourages the title of 'sir' before his name. She carefully ponders what he says about the inn and inwardly feels off about how immediately trusting she was of Marcus at their first encounter; he never did share the same mission as they-- only aided a way to get through it. [Private to DM Ryan: And we failed our mission... Life certainly only ever seemed a way through situations, rather than being able to enjoy the thrill of adventure along the way. Survival. Instinct. Dodging dangers and achieving a common goal.]She mindlessly grabs a pastry from on the dish and bites timidly into it.

At the direct address of her name, her eyes come back into the room and widen. The sudden question, in shock, makes her swallow hard and she begins to cough.[Private to DM Ryan: In her moment of coughing, Lady Jacqueline's mind reels back to back before the streets, back to where her rooms were warm, and her food plentiful, and her hands fair and dainty, and her hair beautifully combed into curls that rested on her shoulders. Her mother sang beautiful songs that brought her comfort and soothed her, or helped her feel more encouraged, should she be sick with a fever. Songs, that is, forgotten for a time. Her room would tilt at times with gravity and sink back down from a wave-- or at least, one of her rooms. She recalls a stone home vaguely, remembering sitting next to a fireplace, braiding her own hair... but not much farther back beyond before they moved towards the city. It seemed a blur between living in the city and going on the ship, learning about the stars with navigation and maps for the sea.] Lady Jacqueline takes a deep breath and covers her mouth quickly with a napkin, blinking furiously to keep from tearing up at the itch in the back of her throat. Silly crumbs.[Private to DM Ryan: But more memories seep. Lady Jacqueline recalls other times where she had been taken overboard during that massive storm. She almost felt like she was wiggling cargo that the man who'd grabbed her had handled before, and his steely grip would not free her with any protest or movement. Resigned to tears and screaming, she blurred her eyes with her small palms and buried her face into the man's large side, not caring who he was... simply feeling safe. When she awoke from terrible dreams to loud men barking orders at each other, she remembers being carried in the man's large arm, just waiting for that moment when-- out of his notice and unprepared for her movement, she escaped and fled towards the city, dodging yells with a smile on her face. She pretended that she was friends with the wealthy young ones in the city and turned down an alley where they each knew to gather for some kind of game while their parents were shopping in the city.] Her face turned a little red from the fury of her coughs, and when they finally died down, she regained her composure to open her mouth to begin to speak. Alas, and cut off by Adwonus yet again, she pauses and allows him to finish his sentences first.

"Why is it you always manage to pop in right when we're trying to be civilized people, 'Trapper' Adwonus?" she bites the words as though she didn't want them to taint her teeth. She rolls her eyes. [Private to DM Ryan: Her mind continues in the memories, as though they beckoned to be opened-- begged to be opened like a book. The boys, at the end of the day, had parents to retreat to. One boy, in particular, crawled back into the space where they played and pulled out a crate that had an opening on one side and a blanket nestled within it. She tilts her head and asks, 'What, do you sleep outside, boy?' Feeling a little resentful the boy retorted, 'Well, where are your parents, miss? You seem too fancy to be out here in that,' he gestured to her silk and embroidered child's gown. She glanced down at her dress and shrugged off the earlier part of the day with a shudder. 'Actually... I.. ran away...' She bites her lip. The boy brightens up and pulls up another crate. 'Well, you can sleep in this one. Master's always lookin' for new recruits.' Jackie's brow furrows at the thought of a master over her. She was so used to being in that position...] After a pause, she looks at Larlben matter-of-factly. "I grew up in the city." She pursed her lips, looking at her plate with a half-eaten biscuit on it.[Private to DM Ryan: Jackie wakes up the next day, the boy gone somewhere. She looks in his crate and finds a small pouch of coins. Not knowing any better, she tenderly picks it up and places it in her bodice before sneaking away into the city. New boys and girls filled the side streets, but the boy couldn't be found anywhere. Well I guess he doesn't want his gold back... A girl, not too far ahead of her waves and beckons her over. Two girls appeared from under a man's large coat, sharing biscuits with each other. They each break off a portion and willingly share with Jackie. Out of the corner a boy runs up and steals a piece before running off and laughing with it. The girls scream and the man standing there (presumably their father) takes one look at Jackie and pushes his girls forward to go back home. Swallowing hard, Jackie walks up to a clothing store. 'Excuse me... I'd like to sell my dress for street clothes.'] She folds her arms and glares into the empty space. "It was a hard life for a while, but... I managed with a few friends." [Private to DM Ryan: Jackie blinks back a few tears. A few nights alone and disguised as a street girl with her hair becoming a little knotted from the wild... and she deeply yearned for home. Not being able to hold back the pain from the loss for much longer, she wails and cries out, 'Mommy...!' over and over, until the fit disappears from the smell of food gingerly tapping on her nose. Thankfully she was in an ally where there were no windows to hear or see her crying. But she finds herself getting up and following her nose, despite the night activities. She walks up to a rather large stoney house and peers up at a window where those two girls were laughing and playing. One of the girls, by lucky chance sees poor Jackie and gasps, running up to the window. 'Little girl!' she whispers harshly. 'Why are you dressed like that? Are you poor?' Tears threatened her eyes, and Jackie nodded with pain written in her face. 'Well... Can you take a cake home? Freshly made. Dad hates when we get into trouble, and...' She glances over her shoulder, her quiet sister placing a shush-finger up to her lips. 'You can have it. We like getting his attention that way.' Jackie humbly, feebly reaches forward to the girls. And soon, a meat pie is dropped down into her hands, putting blisters where she catches it. Coins, then, are dropped on her head and land in the new mess in her hands. 'You may want to go across town to the Inn, there. They will employ you, if you tell them Laufleins sent you.' Jackie nods and swiftly eats the pie, pocketing the gold coins they dropped.]

[Private to DM Ryan: It had been several days, and no one seemed to receive anything about Laufleins, whatever that meant. But at least she was getting rather skillful at pocketing coins that dropped on the ground. She didn't feel right stealing from people she didn't know. Those girls, however, were something. Something she couldn't just forget. Were they trying to laugh more at her state? She sighs deeply, rubbing her hands carefully together from the blisters. A stout man grabs her shoulder and squints into her very face, nose-to-nose. 'Laufleins?' he barks. 'Ever heard of Larlbens? Is that who you meant?' Jackie's eyes cast downward. The man pauses for a long time and walks away, dropping a rather large pouch in her hands before he leaves. 'Come to the Yvette-and-Hyde Inn. We'll keep you warm. You're not meant to be in the streets.' Jackie stands, appalled. This stash had enough gold for her dress back, and a few meals. Her stomach growled in protest, and Jackie goes on her way toward a stand.]

Dwalin pays attention carefully while still managing to eat several pastries. When adwonus enters the room he glances at him quickly and shakes his head. why is he always so angry? he thinks to himself.

Taisiya took her seat near the edge of the party. She attempted to carefully maneuver in the fine garment she was unaccustomed to. The skirt had more fabric than she was used to. As Adwonus began doing what she could see as little other than making a scene, she became grateful for Lady Jacqueline's hasty interruption. She did not think it wise to attempt provoking anything that even had the possibility of being an unnecessary altercation.

Taisiya sat silently, merely observing the conversation being had and failing to resist twiddling her snow white hair around her fingers. Well, old habits do die hard, don't they?

Lady Jacqueline folded her arms and glared into the empty space. "It was a hard life for a while, but... I managed with a few friends." Celus spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that Jacqueline." She gave a melancholy reply, "Thanks." He continued, "Things could have been different." Celus seemingly failed to hear Adwnous, though not purposefully; his attention was intent upon Jacqueline, as if he couldn't afford to miss a moment. Mindlessly he tugged at his shirt's white cuffs, "You know, I was alone for a long time, caught up in business. I had forgotten what my father taught me; that family is the only wealth worth having. I didn't remember his wisdom until I had my own family." Herr Johannes unconsciously nodded in agreement. Suddenly, a servant crossed the floor and whispered in Celus's ear.[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer:  Dwalin couldn't help but think of his father, and the truth in those words.][Private to Adwonus Swillman: Adwonus examined Celus, but couldn't find a sign of training {Spot Check - 7}]

Footsteps echoed off the dining room wall, approaching from the the neighboring room; a lavender dress flashed in the doorway. Celus spoke, "My friends, I'd like you to meet my wonderful wife, Elizabeth Larlben, but this was not always her name." Staring toward the door, the party fell into a stunned silence; a woman entered. Only the voice of Celus could be heard, "Many years ago, she went by another name, Riene Raynelde Corelia." Herr Johannes whispered under his breath, "Es ist." "...Mother of my son, Marcus..." Lady Jacqueline slowly stood up from her chair, as though she saw a ghost. "...Mother of Abigale Corelia, now passed..." Marcus's eyes widened as the world became clear; he never knew. "...And mother of Jacqueline Corelia, the woman you all know as Lady Jacqueline Raynelde."

Lady Jacqueline gripped her chair to keep from falling, "Mom?"

"Jackie..."

"Mom!" "Jackie!" Riene dashed across the room, a lavender gown fluttering behind her; Jacqueline found strength in her legs and ran toward the center. The two embraced before collapsing on their knees, burying themselves in eachother's arms. Riene's auburn hair was inseperable from Jacqueline's; she wept, "My little girl... all the years. So many years lost." Jacqueline could hardly speak through her own tears, "Mom..." Riene loosened her embrace, and gazed in Jacqueline's eyes; the deep blue irises reflected back like a mirror, "And you were in the city this whole time..." Her voice quivered with both grief and joy. Jacqueline spoke, "I thought you were dead." "In a way, I was. Not one day passed when I didn't think of you," said Riene, pushing aside her curled hair. And at that moment, time froze for an eternity as two broken hearts became whole.

"Ocean cease your thunderous call,
Glisten for me once again.
I beg of you with heart and soul,
Freedom from a heartless end.

Child underneath the storm,
Thrown into by evil will.
Sing to you until my death,
In my dreams I hear you still.

Voices never to be heard,
New cries filled an empty heart.
Child born above the storm,
Songs that light a blackened part.

Lover's blood upon the sand,
Crimson sun on crimson ground.
Child born above the storm,
Sing away my fear unbound.

Ocean cease your thunderous call,
Echoes on my lonesome hill.
Child underneath the storm,
In my dreams I hear you still."

Lady Jacqueline clung to her mother in a close embrace, still in shock, after all these years, that her mother was alive. Shaking sighs of relief escaped, and a nervous chuckle-- because she did not want to ruin their dresses. A sudden thought crosses her mind, however, as she looks at Marcus. "So that makes you..." she swallowed dryly, "My little brother, doesn't it?" The side of her lips curls into a smirk-like smile.

[Private to DM Ryan: Inwardly, something felt as though it were missing, though. Like the father she knew was supposed to have made up for this. Her new inward quest was to find him, possibly question him, but for sure to confront him. He was gruff, perhaps, but he still taught her what she knew from sailing: navigation on the seas and the songs he and his men would sing. I much prefer the softness of my mothers lullabies... She knew what she wanted to do next: Find 'father.' And then go from there.]

"Many years ago, Riene Corelia was the daughter of a nobleman, living in the Upper District of Herrod. Her mother had passed away from illness, leaving behind a lonely husband who buried himself in his work. When Riene was eighteen, she began a relationship with a powerful, young pirate named Jack, who represented a life of adventure that her cold household couldn't offer. Jack was an ambitious man with an already large fleet under his command and a glorious future ahead of him in the pirate world.

Several years later, Riene Corelia became pregnant and later gave birth to twin daughters, Jacqueline and Abigale Corelia. Having children out of wedlock brought scandel on House Corelia and caused trouble for her father's political career. Casting her out, Riene was shunned by her father, and she left to live with Jack. Together, they raised their two daughters.

Some years after, the Pirate Lord of that time died, and a bitter conflict started to decide his successor. The fighting was eventually reduced to only Jack and his fiercest rival. Fearing for his family's safety, Jack secretly placed Riene and the children on a ship to Kabariya, instructing them to hide there until the city was safe again. That was a mistake. Merely a day at sea, their ship was attacked by rival pirates.

During a storm, pirates boarded the ship. Riene and the children were taken to the deck, along with many others; not wanting the children, the Pirate Captain ordered them to be thrown overboard. Bound by chains, Riene was forced to watched her two daughters be thrown into the sea. She thought both had drowned. But by a mysterious hand of fate, Jacqueline alone was saved by a fleeing sailor. Abigale, her sister, did not survive. Riene was taken aboard the pirate ship as prisoner, and unaware of Jacqueline's survival, she resigned herself to despair.

Docking in a town south of Herrod, Riene was sold to a slave merchant and put up for auction. I, Celus Larlben, was fortunate enough to be in town that day on other business. Seeing her brought to the auction stage, I recognized her immediately, for I had done business with her father. I purchased her freedom from the merchant and brought her back to Herrod. Riene's father had heard the rumors of her demise, for all thought she was dead, and he died of grief. With out an heir or immediate family, the Corelia Estate was torn apart by distant relatives, marking the end of House Corelia.

I made Riene a guest in my home, giving her time to recover from such suffering, and in time, she did." Riene spoke, "I did not wish to return to Jack or the pirates, a life which caused me so much pain. I wanted to leave that behind forever." "Months became years, and despite all odds, we fell in love. She changed her named to Elizabeth, to hide her identity from both Jack and his possible enemies, who'd seek her out if they knew. Jack became Red Jack, the next Pirate Lord of Herrod. And Riene and I married. Later we had our son, Marcus, and we've been a family since."

Riene said to Jacqueline, "When Celus told me last week he had reason to think you were alive, I nearly fainted from joy. And here you are." The party absorbed the thrilling story, now veiwing Lady Jacqueline in a new light. Riene and Jacqueline sat down next to eachother at the table, followed by a stern "Ahem," from the other end; Adwonus was stoic in his seat, seemingly unmoved by everything. Jacqueline prepared to scowl viciously at him, but Celus gave her a comforting look and announced, "Your friend, Mr. Trapper, is right. I have been indulging in a personal affair, and it is impolite of me to ask for your patience. And quite frankly, there is business that needs attending to... but first!" Celus dinged a bell, and servants arrived carrying trays. "Lunch is served!"

[Private to Herr Johannes: Johanne's mind entered another feast, in  another time.

Johannes reached for a silver goblet of wine. Setting down the cup, he lightly brushed his fingers along the edge of his beard, enjoying the trimmed feeling that follows a visit to the royal barber. King Hrodebert, father, looked down the long table at his many guests, pleased with how the feast turned out. Johannes was the the eldest prince, so he sat at the King's right hand; the guest of honor sat at the King's left and directly across from Johannes. Tonight, it was Sir Rysan.

Johannes had already decided he didn't like Rysan, despite the fact he was widely praised as a hero. The prince couldn't find a reason for the dislike, but his intuition had clearly made up its mind; he had faith in such feelings. Johannes took a modest bite of roast pork from his plate, using silverware that had been in the royal family for generations. Although Rysan was a foreigner, his appearance and manners were flawless. He wore a black doublet embroidered with golden flowers, very different from the great warrior Johannes saw last week. Rysan cut a slice of fruit with a similar golden brown color as his skin.

"So Sir Rysan, from where do you hail?" politely spoke Johannes. Rysan responded, his voice naturally mellifluous, "I was born in Bishapur my Prince, in a city-state known as the Edessen Republic." The King paused his eating, with a flashing expression of interest. Rysan took notice and continued, "King Hrodebert, have you ever visited the Edessen Republic?" Clearing his throat with a cough, he replied, "Yes! Indeed I have. That was a long time ago however." He chuckled, "You know, I wasn't always the aged King you see today! In my youth, I was an adventurer like yourself, for a brief time. Those were the good ol'days." King Hrodebert gave a merry laugh and took a drink of wine. Johannes added, "You're still a fine swordsman father. Age only means more experience!" "Ha-ha! My son is kind to praise me. But alas, I grow old like all men."

Still curious of Rysan, Johannes asked further, "And how, Sir Rysan, did you come to this adventurer's life?" "Well after I was grown and strong, I left my home in Edessa, as it's called, and traveled the world. Few lands remain untouched by my feet, and I performed many great quests in the service of others, as any knight would." The conversation had reached the ears of others down the table, and more than a few were paying keen attention. Rysan continued to speak, "I even went as far north as Cathyria, where I joined the Order of the Red Cross." "We've received a few representatives from that Order here in Vaterland," said Johannes, "An honorable group." "Indeed. They're quite strong in Cathyria right now. After my adventures there, I decided to head south to the Isles of Mercia, in search of a lost family member." Johannes made an effort to sound more princely, "That is a noble quest Sir Rysan; is there anything we can do to aid you in it?" Rysan unexpectedly chuckled, "Thank you my lord, but I already succeeded in my search; that quest is now behind me. And now I'm on a new quest: to serve the glorious realm of Vaterland and its people." Rysan's chivalric story evoked a light applause from dining table, and King Hrodebert nodded his head in approval.

The King spoke, "You are a valiant man Sir Rysan. We are lucky to have you among us." "Thank you my King," he responded courtly. Johannes lastly said, "Tell me, whatever became of your lost family member, the one you were searching for?" Rysan gave a wide smile, almost a sneer, "Turns out he had settled down with a wife and kids! Secretly, I had hoped he was in dire peril, just so I could rescue him. Adventurers love nothing more than to be the hero."]
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Lady Jacqueline stared blankly at her food. Having just learned about her entire history made her feel numb and paled for a while, leaving no room for thinking out loud. She timidly takes bites of her food, pondering a while. Having left a life of survival (in style) to a life of... well.. family, made her feel a little less balanced inwardly than she did this morning. [Private to DM Ryan: "Mother.." she spoke softly and formally. "How did I get this...?"] She removes her fascinator from her head and places it in her lap[Private to DM Ryan:  gesturing to the twisted scar above her eyebrow]. [Private to DM Ryan: "Could it be from m-my..." she skips the thought about Red Jack and replaces it with, "sister?"]

Taisiya tried to allow her head to remain clear as she took some of her food. However, certain thoughts could not help running through her mind. Such a... dramatic day, for lack of better words. She looked towards Lady Jacqueline, knowing especially for her it must be. "Are you alright?" Taisiya whispered quietly towards her, seeing the look on her face she felt concerned. That was quite the news to simply tell someone and seem to expect the rest of the day to run smoothly.

Marcus feels very little want to eat, the sudden revelations being far too much for him. He barely eats anything, lost in thought throughout the meal.

A look of great joy comes to my face as I see Lady Jacqueline reunited with her long lost mother. What a blessing! surely God's hand was at work in Lady Jacqueline's life. A large smile comes to my face from my heart. I look to congratulate her and hug her as she sits, thought not wanting to interrupt the reunion, I instead merely reach my hand for hers to look in her eyes if I am seated next to her. "Das ist wunderbar!" I speak quietly to her, when I catch her eyes and look into them, flickering from the right eye to the left.

Celus relates her history, and my face begins to change. Such a painful past, bittersüß... bittersweet. I somehow knew deep down her mother was still alive from the first time she told me about her past, yet I never heard the whole story like this. I look with understanding and related feeling at Lady Jacqueline. [Private to GM: I clutch in my hand the paper passed to me by Lady Jacqueline tighter as my mind is away in memory.]

Though something else comes to my mind and a darker look of pain becomes evident. I begin to stare. Taisiya's words snap me back to reality, my mind having been off in another place. I look toward Lady Jacqueline wanting to ask the same question of her as Taisiya did, waiting for her response.

[Private to GM: I am reminded of memories, remorseful of my failure to recognize more clearly Rysan's true intent, or perhaps rather my failure to act on it more seriously..., what is more toward distressing to me is some of Lady Jacqueline's past. Her mother had her out of wedlock? She is the daughter of a pirate in a sense? ...But she is the daughter of Celus in a way then?! I am given pause while I think about this. He do I assess my view of Lady Jacqueline now? I have always looked at pirates as next to scum, what now?] I push the thoughts away from my mind to keep them from upseting my stomach before the meal. I can think about them later, right? Thank God, I am successful so I can still eat this delicious food. I am very hungry by this point.

A cold wind that could be neither seen nor felt swept over the party as they listened to such a dramatic tale. Lady Jacqueline looked anxious, still trying to process everything in thought; pointless, for her mind was a mere jumble. Marcus didn't look any better. Marcus learned about a part of his mother's past he never knew existed, while Jacqueline learned her mother existed at all! What's more, they learned they were siblings. Exciting day. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "Could it be from m-my... sister?" Jacqueline asks, pointing to her scar. Riene examines the mark above her eyebrow in perplexity. "You didn't have this when you were on the boat." She frowns, "It's must've happened after." "I see," Jacqueline searches her memory for a clue to its origin but draws a frustrating blank...]

Trays of food brought new warmth and eased all the new emotion, at least for the time being. Dwalin was particularly enthusiastic, wasting no time in stacking his plate with everything. For a brief moment, everyone forgot their history and political ties, caught up in the mundane joy of good cooking. Celus finally spoke, "Aside from this, I learned something else of great interest not long ago." With an impatient tone, Adwonus responded, "Pray tell." Unbothered, he continued, "What have you heard about the Pirates recently?" Herr Johannes set down his fork, "Nothing, why?" "Exactly," said Celus coolly. The table paused their eating, seeing the truth in his statement.

"For the past few months, the Pirates who supposedly control the city, have been utterly silent, even as men like I compete for power. Well, a couple weeks ago, I finally received an answer why: there's a new Pirate Lord." Nobody ate; this was serious news.

Celus continued, "Several months ago in fact, Pirate Lord Red Jack, it seems, was overthrown. I hear Red Jack himself narrowly escaped on a ship; forced into exile, he hasn't been seen since. This disturbs me, for usually such power changes are very public events. Within a few days of this, every informant I had among the Pirates went silent (presumably dead), and the new Pirate Lord took the entire organization underground, into the shadows. The fact no one heard of this perturbs me, and despite my best attempts, I absolutely can't uncover the name of this new Pirate Lord."

"Have any of you learned anything that might shed light on this so far in your travels?"

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: "Now move your hand in a circle and let the words come." Taisiya slowly moved her hand through the cool air. Frantic whispers rose to her lips, a dead language long forgotten by the world, yet the words came fluently from a dark place in her mind. Green light emanated from her palms and danced around the fingers. Even though she merely whispered, her voice seemed loud, as though she sang in a king's hall. The lights faded away, and her whispers echoed into the night. "Great job!" he said coolly, "If that had been a person, they would've fallen into a deep sleep." Taisiya gave a shy smile, and ceased pointing her hand at a wooden crate on the pier, "Thanks... for everything Alldyde." {You gain the spell – Sleep}

Dawn peaked over the horizon. Alldyde and Taisiya had spent the entire night talking. "So how did you know I had Magic?" she asked.  Alldyde said, "I can see it. And so can you – if you really try. It's something all people with Magic can do." Taisiya replied, "Huh? I can't see anything." "Sure you can. Sit down one night and really concentrate. Let the words come, and then the ability will follow; I promise. That's how you grow in power. {Instructions for acquiring for spells}"

The morning sun cast its glow over the city, and the sound of life rang through the buildings. Seagulls flew overhead, searching for their breakfast; the noise reminded Taisiya of her own needs. "I didn't realize how late it'd gotten. I'm exhausted... and hungry!" She lightly laughed with an onset of embarassment, realizing she must appear a total mess: no job, no home, no money. Alldyde spoke comfortingly, "Don't worry. I've been exactly where you are now. Follow me, I know where you can  eat and rest." He took a step forward and offered his hand, a gesture with much meaning. Taisiya had never known such compassion, and for once in her life, she wasn't afraid of what the future held. She took his hand.]
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"With righteousness do we walk through the shadows, unafraid of the thorns below."
~ Quote from Versa

[Private to Herr Johannes: In memories past...

After the feast, the assembly moved into the ball room, which was filled with dancing and music. The center of the floor held spinning dresses and well-practiced steps; every nobleborn was taught to dance in Vaterland. Along the outside of the great hall stood large numbers of people, continuing their conversations from the banquet. Prince Johannes and another knight, middle-aged with a brown beard, approached Sir Rysan as he entered, "Sir Rysan, I'd like you to meet Sir Felix," spoke Johannes. "Sir Felix is perhaps the strongest fighter in the kingdom, having won the annual tournament for the past five years, and a loyal knight of my father." Sir Felix bowed and added, "It's a pleasure to meet you. My Prince, you are too kind." Rysan bowed in return, "Likewise. It's always a delight to meet honorable knights of the realm." "I've heard of your heroics at the Battle of Habsmoor," Felix replied, "Unfortunately, my regiment was on the far side of the mountain pass, and I could not witness them for myself. Perhaps you'll participate in the tournament this year?" Rysan lightly laughed, "I'm afraid not. There's only one tournament I partake in each year." "Ah, which one?" asked Felix in earnest curiosity. Johannes noticed Rysan's eyes examine the knight swiftly, seeming to measure him by unknown standards. Rysan politely responded, "You wouldn't know it. Welcome Princess Wendelin!"

Princess Wendelin peaked into the group excitedly, "Hello Sir Rysan!" She followed her greeting with a curtsy, to which Rysan responded with a bow. "Brother, come dance with me! This is so much fun," Wendelin playfully tugged his shoulder. Johannes smiled, "I'm busy at the moment sister." Johannes looked and saw a boy near them around her age, a noble's son whom Johannes recognized, "Wendelin, why don't you ask that boy there to dance with you?" She followed Johanne's gaze across the room and saw him, "Oh, he's quite handsome. Do you think he would?" Rysan chuckled, "Undoubtedly Princess! You are the image of beauty." "Thank you, Sir Rysan, though for what people say I have in beauty, I lack in courage!" "Nonsense your Highness. Please, allow me." Rysan walked over to the boy and whispered something in his ear; after a moment he returned. The boy followed and walked past the others, bowing before Wendelin, "My Princess, may I ask you to dance?" Wendelin blushed and took his outstretched hand. Together, they left onto the dance floor from where Wendelin gave Johannes an excited wave. Johannes laughed and said, "Thank you, Sir Rysan. That was both kind and entertaining. My sister will be in a good humor for weeks." "You're welcome my Prince," he responded, "That boy happened to be my new squire, a noble's son I met this week. Good lad so far."

The three watched the pair dance for a moment before Rysan jokingly said, "Perhaps I too shall find a dance companion, and take my leave. Pleasure to meet you Sir Felix. Prince Johannes." He promptly bowed to Johannes and Felix before leaving to speak with other guests; the two knights were left alone. Johannes spoke, "Sir Felix, might I have a word with you on the terrace?" "Of course my Prince," he responded. Together, they stepped outside the ball room, now overlooking the castle gardens beneath the cool night sky. Although the hum of music still reached them, it was mostly silent. Alone, Johannes asked, "Sir Felix, what did you think of Sir Rysan?" Felix thought a moment as to how formal his answer should be, "I'm not sure my Prince. Rysan appears as noble as any knight, but something concerns me if I may speak so. He's grown in both fame and power with unnatural haste."  "Yes, these thoughts have occurred to me as well," spoke Johannes as he gazed toward the stars, "I need you to do something for me Sir Felix, a matter requiring great trust." "Anything my Prince. My utmost loyalty is to you and your family." Little more than a whisper, Johannes said, "Investigate Sir's Rysan's new holdings for me; follow him perhaps. And find out what you can about the Count of Torne's death."]

Lady Jacqueline's brow furrowed, confused. "New Pirate Lord?" she protests. "What about this almost-truce met between you and the man who was slaughtered at the Boar's Tusk? You must have known about him." She folds her arms over her chest. No more being nice, regardless of mother being present.

     "This is most disturbing news. How could they have possibly kept silent about this new pirate lord?" I am somewhat taken aback by this news and so I speak seriously. I conjecture out loud at my frustration staring with a furrowed brow as I speak. "Leading can be difficult, especially when your men do not know who you are. How can they follow this anonymous man, ...or woman? Hmm."

     I ponder to myself a moment and then speak pointedly, "Is there any question if this has to do with the political conflict in the city?"

"Larlben, ..." realizing there are more than one here with that last name I correct my address. "...I mean Celus, we may know some things that could be of help, give me a moment to remember." It seems like I am trying to recall a memory from months weeks and weeks ago. I look down and think.
     I look up and speak again.
"Wait, there is something I ask first: Can we trust you?, more specifically -can I trust you? I am not related to you as far as I know, you seem like a very descent man, so I would hope you take no offence to this, its just... is there a way you could assure me of your good intent? Please understand me, merely a short time ago, we were working for your rival, so you would have been called our enemy." I speak this last part in a tone asking for help. "I am endeavoring to offer you my good intent, I just, wish it to have a firm resting place." I speak this as sincerely and honestly as I can indicate.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I look at Lady Jacqueline, glancing at her when Celus mentions if we know anything we know that would be of help. "the envelope... what did it contain?... 'we need to look at it, but I do not know if here is the best place.' I think to myself.]

[Private to GM: While other were distracted with their food, I open the note from Lady Jacqueline and briefly glance at it.]
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Taisiya stared, her brow furrowed and her mouth slightly agape. "A new pirate lord? How could that go undetected?" she asked, perplexed. "How could a new pirate lord take over without being noticed? It does not matter how stealthy one is, you would be known, and one could not take control of an entire countrt without some person taking note. Taisiya pondered aloud. The idea seemed unbelievable, however she did realize people could hide well, and this city hides secrets well.

Adwonus sits at the table, glaring at the host. Why Larlbin would have such privileged information disturbs him. The half-orc speaks up, letting his voice wash over the others at the table. Where do you get these words? Who are your little birds and voices that tell you these things? I'm getting sick of everyone having their own little plots and webs. All you 'lords' are just as hungry for power as dogs for flesh. You told me you have information about what happened at that bar. I want that. No build up. Every word you waste, more will die. This city is unstable as is. It's going to explode and who will be left standing to be king of the ruins? You? Styus? some other man with money and power? I plan to survive this, and you not giving me that information is making it very difficult for me to listen to you. Or even stay here." Trapper's voice settles, and grows cold again. " We can discuss the pirate lords later. Obviously you got a lotta little birdies flyin' a round. What do are your 'suspicions' on the fire?"
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For a moment, Marcus feels a great urge to excuse himself. This being the third revelation to fall from his fathers lips in the past hour was almost too much for him. "I would not believe this were you not the one saying so, father."

A new Pirate Lord. Something like that is not small news. Even though the pirates had always ruled from the shadows, acting through the voices of politicians, people atleast knew the reality, they knew whose voice they really heard. But now, there was a real shadow, one that was not so easily dispelled with a mere flicker of light.

Celus noticed the concern this news brought on some, but heard the more imperative worries of others, namely Lady Jacqueline and Adwonus; although their words differed, they were for once unified in seeking answers over the bloodbath witnessed not long ago.

Noting Jacqueline's stern demeanor, Celus couldn't refrain a smile, "You're definitely your mother's daughter." The comment evoked an all too familiar glare from Riene, which was clearly inherited by her daughter. Celus chuckled at the pair until Adwonus made a harsh demand for answers; his chuckle settled into a deep frown. He continued to speak politely, but Celus appeared to finally conclude he didn't like Adwonus, "I'm just as concerned over the fire as you both, likely even more so. And I did know about Delcor's agent, a fellow named Biff."

"Unfortunately, I also think this new Pirate Lord has something to do with it. I'll explain. I knew about Biff because I had men there this past week, talking with him; I'm trying to negotiate a truce with Kelden Delcor."

Celus continued, "Both Delcor and I know we can't beat Steyus on our own. Steyus still controls the government and his resources are too great; to undo his reign, we'd have to ally. Simple as that. Delcor and I also share a dislike for pirates who control much of the business-world. In fact," Celus smiled with some satisfaction, "I've been buying out their business interests for years, slowly trying to pry their grip off the economy – with some success I might add." His smile disappeared, "But it's not enough."

"Then Biff was assassinated. And the most troubling thing? The attack was made to look like 'I' was responsible. And now some of the Delcor faction believes just that." Celus rested against the back of his chair and spoke plainly, "My suspicion: someone assassinated Biff because we were negotiating a truce, to end any possibility of an alliance between Delcor and Larlben... And I believe this new Pirate Lord is somehow involved." [Private to Herr Johannes: The note reads - "We need to talk about THE note later."]
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"What is best in life? To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!"
~ Quote by Carsonian

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Away from the docks and ocean view, Alldyde led Taisiya into the city, which inspired her with new awe for each block they traveled. She was captivated by the merchants, people, clothes, races, and endless buildings, far beyond the rural life from whence she came. Entering a wide crossroad, Taisiya gandered at a group of street performers who'd arranged their instruments in the center. They filled the road with music:

"Frozen by a colder heart, the hero lost his way.
Blackened by a blacker world, the light would never shine.
Only by a whitened world, he'd find the light of day.
Only by the glimpse of warmth, his frost would melt in time."

Taisiya stood  for a moment, listening to the ballad; songs from her homeland were much different in style. Alldyde stopped as well, humored by Taisiya's delight more than the music. After a few minutes, Alldyde said, "Let's get going, or we'll be late!" She looked up at him in perplexity, "Late for what?" He simply smiled, "I'm actually hitting two birds with one stone: helping you, and meeting some friends of mine. C'mon."

Together, they continued delving into the city until reaching an inn west of the Bazaar. To Taisiya's surprise, the place appeared rather high class, far beyond anywhere she'd ever stayed. She looked at Alldyde, briefly wondering how he could afford all this, but soon remembered, he wasn't like most people. Stepping through a finely-made wooden door, they were instantly greeted by a servant inside, "Welcome to Riverpass Inn."

Red carpet covered much of the floor, emphasizing the colorful curtains hung about the room. Many of the patrons appeared to be nobles and well-to-do merchants, discernible by their elegant clothing. Alldyde spoke, "It's largely an inn for wealthier travelers staying in Herrod. I'm meeting some folks here this morning as well – business." Taisiya responded timidly, "This place must cost a fortune; you don't have to purchase me a room here!" He smirked, "Actually, it's not costing me anything. I own it." "You own this place!?" she couldn't contain her exclamation. Alldyde continued, "Several in fact, as of a couple months ago... Boy!" He called over a servant, "A room for the lady, breakfast as well." "Yes sir," he responded promptly. This was a new world for Taisiya.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: "Johannes, come quickly!" said Princess Wendelin from the doorway, "It's Sir Felix!" Prince Johannes hastily rose from the chair and followed his sister. One week had passed since the feast, and Sir Felix had done as Johannes asked, closely watching Sir Rysan throughout. "What could this be about?" Johannes questioned his sister. "I don't know, but Sir Felix is in the throne room shouting at Sir Rysan. Father is in there listening."

Entering the throne room, the two walked past a crowd of nobles and saw both Felix and Rysan standing before the King. Felix's voice shook with anger, "My King, I heard this man slandering your name most foul!" He pointed at Rysan who calmly listened, "A crime of treason by Vaterland law." King Hrodebert closely peered at Rysan, "Sir Rysan, is this true?" "Of course not my King!" Rysan's smooth voice reverbated through the hall, a stark contrast to Felix's rough tone. "Liar!" shouted Felix in frustration, his brown beard becoming harrowed. Rysan responded, "My King, I think I can explain Sir Felix's rash behavior. Since the Battle of Habsmoor, rumor has spread that I am a superior swordman to Sir Felix, and his reputation has dwindled. People no longer regard him with the fame he once had, prior to my coming. Consumed by jealous and selfish desire for glory, he now seeks to besmirch my name, and regain his lost reputation!" Felix stood silently in anger. Rysan continued, "I have never spoken ill of you my King, and the lies of Sir Felix bring dishonor only upon himself." The King rubbed his temple, uncertain of how to act. Finally he said, "Since there is no way to discern the truth with certainty, I must dismiss the accusation. Sir Rysan and Sir Felix, you may both depart."

Unable to control himself any longer, Felix shouted, "Sir Rysan, I challenge you to a duel!" The court gasped; even Princess Wendelin covered her mouth. "I will uphold the honor of my King and not let your evil words go unpunished!" King Hrodebert, his expression stern, turned to Rysan and solemnly spoke, "Sir Rysan, Sir Felix has challenged you to a duel, a fight governed by old Vaterland law. They are to the death. Do you accept?" Rysan confidently looked at his challenger, as though this were simple routine. "Very well Sir Felix, I accept." The King spoke the final word, "It is done. You have two hours to prepare."

The royal court dispersed and Johannes called Felix to him, "Sir Felix, what happened?" Felix, still trying to control his emotions, replied, "I'm sorry my Prince. While following Sir Rysan this morning, I overheard him speaking with several noblemen in the garden. He said heinous things about your father, claiming him to be a poor King who has done nothing for the Vaterland; that his rule will lead the nation to eventual ruin. Overcome with anger, I couldn't help but confront him. Then he turned his sharp tongue against me! I asked the noblemen present to testify before the King, but all refused; they've become infatuated with that man. So I brought it before the King myself. I apologize Prince Johannes; I was compelled by fury to speak." Johannes looked at the ground in consternation, "And what of the Count of Torne? Did you learn anything about his death?" Felix responded, "I'm afraid not my Prince." "Hmm... I see. I'm sorry for taking your time Sir Felix; I know you must now prepare for the duel." Felix drily smiled beneath his beard, "Don't worry your Highness. After all, I am your tournament champion."]
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I consider to myself serious thoughts... [Private to GM: 'I know there is some connection here we do not see yet... This unseen force seeks to put a wedge in between Larlben and Kelden, this says to me 2 things: 1) there is a leak of information and 2) it is imperative that we -do- see their forces united.' I continue to think to myself. 'I am unconcerned that Celus will not expound to us all eventually, but we do need to make sure he explains what he promised in his letter to us.'] I begin to smile myself as I notice the resemblance between Lady Jaqueline and Riene, it is like trying to hold back a deep laugh. The mood suddenly changes to me as Adwonus once again so rudely and impatiently interrupts. My hand comes to my forehead covering my eyes as displeasure comes to my face revealing itself in an angry frown, I look down away from Adwonus to keep it to myself.
      My interest perks up once again as Celus expresses his great concern over the fire. I almost blurt out that I agree that the Pirate lord has something to do with it, but I catch myself. My eyes widen as he explains about the truce and his dislike of pirates. 'He has even been fighting them on his front, business?!' I think to myself. {Royal Red = personal thought, for me I chose that color...}
     Indignation is evident as I hear Celus explain that they made it to look like Biff's assassination was Celus fault. I cannot help but let a statement of frustration escape my lips, "Verflucht!" I speak in response to Celus before others can, fueled by slight rising emotion. "I agree with your assessment, this force of opposition does not want you to make an alliance. I would wager the same, that the new pirate lord is almost certainly behind it. He likely did not like you with the business competition already. The question is, where is the leak of information that they were aware of this, to act against it?"
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Dwalin continues to eat. Finally finished he breaks his silence, speaking to celus"I assume you have a plan for us to get information about this new pirate lord?

Taisiya's head raced as information spilled out constantly like a waterfall. What have I gotten myself into? she thought to herself, one hand entangled in her hair. The other plodded food around her plate with the fork. Her eyes darted silently between those speaking. She remained quiet, listening more than anything.

Lady Jacqueline glares between Adwonus and Larlben, unsure of whom she'd rather throw a spoon at. The decision leans towards Adwonus, but she refrains and throws her glare at Larlben. "How do we know for sure you're going to side with Kelden? How do we know you're not just teaming up with Steyus right now?" She glances at her mother, still unaware of just what class they were considered before her long.. leave of absence in everyone's life, politically and socially. "What would happen should you succeed against Steyus? Form some sort of agreement between you and Kelden? Or would you try any way you could to get to the top?"

[Private to DM Ryan: Certainly Kelden wouldn't stand for it. He's a man with a good heart for his people. If he wanted, he would allow Larlben to expand his wealth any way he wanted, so long as it wasn't for greed and to overthrow him. Lady Jacqueline's loyalty stands firm.]

Plates on the dining table began to empty as conversation passed the time. Stomachs grew full, and even Dwalin felt rather satisfied in that regard. Celus spoke further as servants took the dishes away, "I'll be honest with you all: my intention is to see my family established upon the Lordship... Growing up in Herrod, my father was a merchant of modest livelihood; we we're commoners. But he loved his family, a fact I didn't fully appreciate until I had my own." He looked toward Riene and Marcus with a warm smile. "Everything I do is for them, and hopefully my children's children as well." His gaze returned to the party, "However, I became a better businessman than my father. Why? Because I learned to recognize opportunities, and right now is such an opportunity."

"Ivan Steyus is a heartless politician; Kelden Delcor is young and naive. Delcor claims to have secret documents declaring his right to rule, but what does it matter? As far as I can tell, he has no skill in economics nor politics – what does he know of governing? It's true, I'm no noble-born, but I know how to bring prosperity to this city, as I've done for many years. Imagine, a government led by those with merit instead of birth!" He focused upon Herr Johannes, "These are my intentions my friend."

Ironically, Celus appeared immune to Lady Jacqueline's glare – years of practice from his wife's own! He responded to Jacqueline, "If I were to team up with Steyus my dear, it'd lead to my own destruction, for he'd easily overpower me upon Kelden Delcor's defeat, if not beforehand. Delcor knows we need to truce as well as I do. Not because we want to, but because we have to. There's simply no choice in the matter.  Resources are stretched thin, meaning there will be action soon. If not, the chaos in the city will drag on even longer, with no end in sight." [Private to Adwonus Swillman: "But there is a way to end it, and soon," Trapper thought to himself, "And spare the city of this needless violence..."]

He responded to Dwalin, "For now Mr. Dwalin, I must unfortunately ignore the Pirate Lord, as discomforting as it may be. There's simply too much going on right now, more urgent matters upon my attention." Tiredness grew over Celus's eyes; indeed it had been a long conversation. "Thank you all for listening. I know it took a measure of trust for you to come here today. The day has grown late, and evening is not far off; please, I invite you to stay here tonight. That old safehouse must have been certainly uncomfortable. For now, I must rest, for the meal has me drowsy. In the meantime, enjoy my home! We will speak later, I'm sure." Celus departed, exhausted from both food and speaking at length. Servants sprang into action and swept away the remaining trays of food. The party stood from their seats, and Riene whispered to Jacqueline, "I too will take a nap. Afterwards we'll talk more my darling daughter." She kissed Jacqueline upon the forehead and followed Celus down the hall.

Sonfred, the head steward, appeared. "You are welcome to visit any room in Larlben Manor. Where do you wish to go?"
--> Library
--> Gardens
--> Terrace
--> Billiard Room
{As a party, you may pick 1. It will select the next scene. Yes, it will impact the character, i.e. tone, of the scene!}
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"Nature is the wisest of teachers, yet fools ignore its greatest message... the strong live, and the weak die."
~ Quote by Nerkyl

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya pushed away an empty plate and walked over to the bed. After being led to a nice room on the floor above, the inn brought up a real meal of ham, toast, and eggs, covered with a small green herb that she didn't recognize, but it was delicious. Alldyde had stayed downstairs. Taisiya looked at herself in the mirror, a tad embarassed at the state of her hair. Although white hair had its perks, it seemed to show every dirt stain possible.

A knock on the door interrupted her, a voice calling from the hall, "May I come in?" "Yes," she responded. Alldyde opened the door and peered inside with a light smile, "Business is done. And you're looking quite well now!" Taisiya chuckled, "Heh, I don't know about that." Although Alldyde's short black hair seemed to naturally darken his face, his eyes brightened when they saw Taisiya. He cared for her. Perhaps it was the bond one Magic-User feels for another, but then again, perhaps it was something more. He continued, "Hey, you're not the first person to spend the night on a dock! Come downstairs, I'd like you to meet some friends."

Taisiya followed him down to the main floor of lavish carpets, colorful curtains, and well-dressed patrons. They passed a bar stocked with fine liquors and headed toward the far end of the inn, to a polished round table near the edge. Sitting at the the table was two men, a woman, and a dwarf. "Hello there," stated the dwarf in a clear voice, through a well-kept beard. "Hi," said Taisiya; she was surprised at her own timidness.  Alldyde pulled out a chair for her in which she sat down. The woman outstretched her hand, pushing aside lengthy black hair, "Hi, my name's Unaylen." "Taisiya," who shook her hand in return. Unaylen continued, "The other men here, well... they're just scoundrels!" She spoke the last part sarcastically. "Hey," replied the dwarf in mock offense, "I prefer to think of myself as a scoundrel-with-class!" They laughed, and already Taisiya was feeling comfortable. ]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Prince Johannes sat beside his father on the pavilion, overlooking a field below. During the Aber Festival, the field is used for jousting and competition of arms. Noblemen sat on chairs near the royal family while commoners flocked to stands around the field; many people had stopped their daily work to come watch. On the right side of the field, Sir Felix finished donning his armor, aided by several squires. Sir Rysan stood on the opposite end, already wearing dark gray armor; his face was hidden by a horned great helm. Princess Wendelin stepped onto the pavilion, and King Hrodebert snapped at her, "Wendelin, go back inside! You're too young to see such things." Quietly, she responded, "Yes father," and solemnly returned to the castle.

Felix mounted a brown horse, but Rysan had no mount to speak of. King Hrodebert loudly stated, "Sir Rysan. By the old Vaterland laws governing a duel, you are permitted to use a steed. Do you wish for one from the royal stables?" Rysan replied from the field, "No my King." "Very well." A murmur rippled through the stands; why would Rysan willingly fight at a disadvantage? Nonetheless, Rysan did not appear concerned, unsheathing a large two-handed sword. Felix was given a lance by one of his squires; everything was prepared.

King Hrodebert spoke once again, his regal voice loud enough for all to hear. "Sir Felix, are you ready?" He lifted his lance high, "Yes my King!" "Sir Rysan, are you ready?" Rysan too lifted his sword, a sign he was ready. Johannes was tense, hardly moving an inch. It had been a long time since a duel of this gravity had been fought. King Hrodebert motioned his hand toward a man on the field who then walked into the center, holding a white flag. A moment of stillness passed as the crowds became silent. The flag lifted.

Sir Felix charged toward Sir Rysan, the hooves of his horse throwing dirt behind; Rysan sprinted, moving at incredible speed for one in full armor. Lowering his lance, Felix focused upon Rysan like a hawk diving on his prey, the lance aimed squarely ahead. Rysan moved at full speed across the field, running as quickly as Felix's horse. They drew close to eachother at center. Suddenly, to Felix's great surprise, Rysan leaped. His armored body flew threw the air like a stone from a catapult. Rysan spun the greatsword around his shoulder, feet never touching the grass; Felix's lance was aimed far too low. The blade collided with Sir Felix, and the sound of torn metal echoed through the field. With immense force, Rysan severed Felix in two; his upper torso was flung to the ground while the lower body remained saddled, carried across the field by his horse... Felix died instantly. Rysan landed comfortably on his feet, patiently standing in the field center. Before the duel had hardly begun, it was over, and the crowd was aghast in shock.

Collecting his senses, King Hrodebert shakily stood from his seat, unbalanced by the event, "Sir Rysan... you have defeated Sir Felix. You are hereby the victor. Congratulations to you, and may your strength be honored." The final words were traditional, spoken by the King at a duel's end, but Johannes could detect the grief his father hid; Felix had been an old friend. As the crowd overcame their surprise, they broke into a great applause, cheering wildly for the incredible display of skill. Johannes felt a bit disgusted at their enthusiasm, but he wasn't surprised. Most people enjoyed such exhibitions of combat, and Rysan had indeed done a memorable feat. They'll sing songs of glory for him tonight. Rysan humbly bowed. Johannes, unable to bring himself to applaud, silently stood from his seat and left.]

Lady Jacqueline frowns purposefully and pouts toward her mother, seeking confirmation. "He didn't answer my question, mother..." she murmurs, folding her arms. Her mind buzzes with thought, especially her formality: mother. What was that?

Looking up suddenly at Sonfred. "The library," she spoke without pause and without question. "But I want my personal effects, first."

I am nearly about to speak as Celus quickly departs and the words must reverse direction and go back into my mouth and mind for later. I am slightly perturbed that a numerous amount of questions have yet to be answered. I reassure myself quietly, "Geduld haben, werden sie in der Zeit beantwortet werden, ist es durchaus eine Menge zu jetzt sowieso schlucken, ... doch es scheint nur mehr Fragen in meinem Kopf zu züchten. Hmmm ... {Have patience, they will be answered in time, it is quite a lot to swallow now anyways, ...yet it does seem to only breed more questions in my mind. Hmmm... }" I still wonder what happened to Martin, and there were more details at the inn that need connection.

After considering a moment our new options, I answer Sonfred and Lady Jacqueline, "I believe, I concur, the Library."

I am pleased however, that my belly is soundly full now and I am washed and in nice clothes.

     [Private to GM: For a moment between Celus speaking and again after he finished, memories come to mind from the past.
     I react in my mind the same way when I saw it for the first time, living in over and over again in my mind... The shock, the indignation, the guilt, the rage, "Zauberei ES gibt keinen anderen Weg! Das ist kein Mensch, sondern ein Dämon! Niemand kann das tun! Das ist unmöglich! Wird die Gerechtigkeit Gottes nicht treffen, um die Gottlosen! (SORCERY! THERE IS NO OTHER WAY! THIS IS NO MAN, BUT A DEAMON! NO ONE CAN DO THAT! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! Will God not meet justice to the wicked!)" {To Ryan: Perhaps, I will have to write a story of my response, walking back and forth in my chambers, furious, conversing with a close servant or something.}
     I am nearly made sick by the memories that force themselves to my mind once again. It is like an obsession... Once the movies starts, I can scarcely stop it, even though it is like each time the wound is renewed, it is like a moth drawn to fire. I done my best to learn to be steel in the midst of such a past hell, however. Others may call us nobility weak and effeminate, they know not the heart of the people of the fatherland, das Herz des Menschen des Vaterlandes. I must call on that once again and wipe this emotion from my visible form. No one may know at this time.
...But, he will pay,
-he will bleed, -he will burn, -he will die.

I shake my mind from its course once again to return to the world of the living...]
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"Well, I do suppose the library would be nice. Taisiya said, slightly disinterested, and overall neutral to the idea. A library sounds as if it would be fairly peaceful at the very least. Perhaps some time to think.

Adwonus looks to his companions and nods his head in silent agreement. The library will be a good place to go.
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Departing the dining hall, Sonfred led the party upstairs to the second floor. "One second," said Lady Jacqueline as she darted inside her room near the top of the stairs. Only gone a moment, she returned to the hall, "OK – just had to grab something." They continued down the second floor hall, right of the stairs, until reaching a double door at the very end. Sonfred pushed both open and stood to the side, "The Library sirs."

Bookcases lined a walls, hiding whatever color the wall might actually be. Large windows stood at both ends, illuminating the space with natural daylight, for the room stretched from the front to back of the manor, it was so great in size. It was undoubtedly bigger than the dining hall. Couches were positioned facing eachother before an unlit fireplace, and a number of desks were scattered about the room – this was a comfortable place to relax.

Sonfred walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a tray; a bottle of fine brandy and glasses balanced on the thin silver plate. He set them down on a low table between the couches. Taisiya was the first to sit on a couch, letting the comfort sink in, closing her eyes. "If you need anything sirs, give me a call," said Sonfred, at which he left, and the party was alone.

Dwalin slowly moved around the grand chamber, gazing at all the books he wasn't going to read, when something caught his attention. Resting on an empty shelf was an odd contraption – a brass-colored metal egg, about the size of his head. Dwalin picked it up and brought it to the group. The egg's surface was smooth and unblemished, except for a metal band that wrapped around the exact center, separating the top part of the egg from the bottom. Both the top and bottom portions rotated freely, seemingly held together at the band; a faint click could be heard whenever it made a full rotation, but it didn't appear to do anything. Some writing was carved along the band, but none of it made sense – mere gibberish.

Marcus chuckled, "Hah, I remember that thing." Confounded, Dwalin continued examining it, "What is it?" "It's a mechanical puzzle. My father bought it from a goblin peddler for my birthday one year. Apparently the writing on the band there is a riddle, but I could never figure it out. Tell you what, whoever figures it out, gets to keep what's inside!" The party drew near and gave a closer look; the band read:


{At this point, you may explore the library further, discuss with eachother, work on the puzzle, relax, or anything thing else you can creatively conceive. Right now is an opportunity for such things!}

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: You feel a tugging sensation in your mind, nor more than a strange tingle.]
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"Watch your own back - letting others do it for you is asking for an early grave."
~Quote by Pyrra

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya drank a gulp of wine, surprised at the quality, "Wow, this isn't like any wine I've ever had. It's... fantastic." Alldyde smirked, "Imported from the Isle of Galia; the elves make it. Expensive stuff here in Herrod." She set down the goblet, curiosity getting the best of her, "By the way, you own this place, right? What is it you actually do?" Unaylen took the liberty of responding, "You could say we're investors." "That's actually pretty accurate," Alldyde added with a knowing smile, "High-risk investors." Taisiya was still perplexed, but she nodded anyway, "I see..." She didn't know much about business.

The dwarf spoke to a man at the table, picking up a conversation they had before Taisiya arrived, "Anyway, so I was walking near the Bazaar, and I saw ol'Jim. Told him to get the fuck out before I'd-" "Ahem," said Alldyde with a sudden coldness, "Don't... speak like that in front of my guest." Alldyde spoke with a contained anger, and to Taisiya's intrigue, the dwarf silenced immediately with a real tinge of fear, realizing he'd overstepped. Taisiya watched Alldyde; she realized he could sound very mean if he wished, but he'd never shown that to her.

Alldyde noticed Taisiya's attention was more on himself than the dwarf and eased up, returning to a more cheerful tone. "Anyway, I hope you like it here in Herrod, Taisiya. I really do. The City is going through a lot of change right now though, so you need to be careful." "Change? What kind of change?" she asked. "Politics." he replied with a chuckle, seemingly unsure how to explain. Taisiya spoke, "Well I literally arrived in Herrod yesterday, so I don't know what the politics are like. Perhaps you could tell me?" Alldyde smiled, "Maybe later. It's a splitting headache to try and explain." The others murmured in consent. Unaylen said, "He's not joking; it get's quite complicated around here." "Besides," said Alldyde, "Time for me to get going. Taisiya, you have that room as long as you wish! I'll likely be back tomorrow to see how you're doing." Grateful, she replied, "Thanks so much!" Alldyde departed.

Taisiya now had a comfortable place to sleep, good food, and new acquaintances to share drink with. And it all worried her. Whenever things went well for Taisiya, she always knew hardship was on its way.]

Taisiya acknowledged the metal egg and grew interested. She opened her eyes and walked over. "May I take a look at it?" she asked, looking intently on the bauble with her mind reeling about it.

I go to the brandy and pour myself a very small amount, not exceeding 1 finger. I sip lightly on it as I briefly examine the egg puzzle myself, fascinated. "What language is this? Do you know Marcus? Goblin?" {Is there a check for this? of shall I roll every knowledge I have and every skill I think may apply? lol}

I then begin to move around, to get a better look at the many books! I ask Lady Jacqueline to come with me down the end of the library to explore. "Would you like to join me in exploring this vast and fascinating place? Perhaps there are some maps of this local region and the surrounding Islands. You would be able to recognize some of the places, right? I mean you did grow up on this Island, right? or am I mistaken? What a beautiful place this is!" Our conversation becomes quieter as we walk further away. Its echo drones on in the vast hall. I look out the tall windows as we walk, pointing at various things of interest, outside, in the architecture, tapestries and maps on the walls.

[Private to GM: Are any of them in my original tongue? Do any of them have titles related to, or look like they contain content about: Catheria, or Dwalin Grayhammer, or Dormania, or Magic (Divine or Arcane, especially related to Paladin!), Also if there is any literature about Kelden. Is there anyone here, who works here, to ask? Of course, if there is I will ask discretely.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I also search for Lady Jacqueline and pull her aside discretely. I take us further down the Library and when we have moved a descent distance from the others, out of view, like in between a couple book shelves, I put the note she gave me in her hand after writing on it. I write on it when I am out of view of the others, like on one end of the library. "Can you show me now?" it reads. I put it in her hand when I nudge hers with the back of mine to pull her aside. I look her in the eye, trying to communicate the same message I wrote, flicking my eyes down to it.]
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Lady Jacqueline ponders a few moments over the egg and thinks to herself. [Private to Herr Johannes: All the while slipping the note from her bodice to Herr Johannes' sleeve.]

[Private to DM Ryan: Well... if it's a word scramble, the first would could be retouching... and the second, for whatever reason, came to be the German word for a golden yellow color. But the last word remains a mystery... Lady Jacqueline's brow furrows inquizzatively.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I look around for our party members and other servants perhaps, hiding in the library. If none are near (after looking for each one) then I: I take the envelope from Lady Jacqueline while we are out of view and pull out its contents. I leaf through them gently and meticulously before reading each document silently to myself. I ask Lady Jacqueline to keep a look out. Else I wait for another time, keeping the contents hidden. {Ryan: can I see a copy of the contents now?}]

"Oh look! there is a regional map! There on the wall!" I move up to the map on the wall with Lady Jacqueline and ask her to point out places she has been to around it.

After thinking a bit, I remember there were still a few questions Celus has yet to answer. I remind myself again to what they are. 'What further happened at the boars head? Where is Martin?' [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: ...I need to get that letter back to see what he promised he would answer!'

I pause and ask Lady Jacqueline, "Do you know who has the letter Celus sent us? I want to look at it again to see what he said he would answer/do for us."]

Dwalin handed to puzzle-egg to Taisiya who then sat down on the couch, proceeding to stare at it in perplexity. "Well, can you figure it out?" muttered Dwalin. Taisiya brushed her fingers along the edges, clearly stumped, "Heh, not yet." [Private to Taisiya Northwood: The tingling sensation in your mind doesn't seem to come from the egg at all, but... elsewhere in the library.]

Herr Johannes and Lady Jacqueline walked about the room. Bindings of books flashed by in every color and font, too numerous to count easily. Johannes saw an old map across the wall, containing the entire Isles of Mercia; he approached it excitedly. All the familiar isles were drawn across the page: Perdane, Kabariya, Galia, Olseen, and – there was one he didn't recognize – Estraeus, exactly where The Dead Isle was supposed to be. He checked the date on the map and found it to be over 150 years old. Interesting. [Private to Herr Johannes: Looking around the room, the party was quite alone for the time being – no servants were present. However, Johannes did notice an interesting book on a shelf across the room: König Lothair, vater von König Hrodebert!]

Johannes wandered from the large map to explore the shelves nearby; one scroll was marked 'Cathyria.' Pulling it from a dusty cove, Johannes opened the scroll, enthralled by what he'd found! (link to a message in this game) [Private to Herr Johannes: Congratulations! You've unlocked lore that I wasn't going to post! ]

Between fine drink and the comfortable air, the party couldn't have picked a better place to relax; casual games and conversation were a welcome respite from the intensity of hours earlier. The party knows to enjoy these while they can, for they never seem to last.

[Private to Herr Johannes; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Johannes clutches the envelope from Jacqueline and opens it. Inside the envelope is a map covered in strange markings (http://i28.photobucket.com/alb...fMap_zpsa285cdc8.jpg) and a torn piece of paper from Biff's Journal. Johannes reads several paragraphs that stand out...

These past few months, our numbers have been growing. People are now flocking to the name of Delcor faster than ever before. And that's what worries me. It's almost too good to be true. I approached Kelden on this issue and tried to tell him my suspicions, that we're gaining new followers unreasonably fast, but he dismissed me saying, 'the people now recognize the justness of our cause.' He may be right. Perhaps I'm just being paranoid...

...I've been tracking pirates for the past year now, hoping to lead me to Alldyde, but it's been difficult these past few months; their movements have been nearly impossible to follow. However, I managed to follow one pirate yesterday to a tavern around the north side of town. I secretly watched him from a nearby table. The man ordered drinks while speaking to people around him, and I witnessed the strangest thing – he started to praise Delcor! He talked about Delcor's right to the lordship, his natural ability to lead, and the need to overthrow Steyus. Why would a pirate say these things?! He might not have been a pirate at all as he was dressed in normal clothing, and I foolishly mistook him for one. Or this one pirate may have been an unusual case, a man beginning to leave his corrupt ways. Then again I'm not so sure. It makes no sense...

...Later this week we're a negotiating a truce with Larlben at the Boar's Tusk. The union will give us the strength we need to overthrow Steyus at last. I've already begun talks with a man named Ming-Lo whose been a terrific drinking partner. When the negotiations are finished, I'll return and try talking to Kelden once more about my suspicions, but I'm not sure what good it'll do.]
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[Private to Herr Johannes: Jacqueline murmurs softly to Johannes, "I think my.. brother.. has it." She felt hesitant with saying it, but it had to be said.]

Lady Jacqueline eyes a row of books that had family lines. One in particular where she knew her name would exist, the binding seemed worn, as if it only opened to one spot often. [Private to DM Ryan: Mom... she thought to herself absently. She really looked.. Her mind goes back to a time where she saw a carriage in the street. By then, her hair had grown messy and the roughness of the streets blotched her cheeks up handsomely beyond recognition. She'd also grown half a foot from when she first escaped. There was an elegant lady who reminded her of her mother. But her face was hidden behind a sprawled fan with eyeholes. Jackie peered feebly up at her curiously. Those eyes were deep blue, pained, and looking right back at her. Before too long, a small pouch of favor landed noisily at her feet. The elegant lady retreated back into the carriage. And she, the elegant lady, never came back to the streets. Jackie, however, felt like she had an early start in stylistic street life.

Lady Jacqueline felt the same child-like curiosity. Maybe her mother was down here frequently to look at the family line.]"I wonder.." she pulls the book out of its place easily and opens it to the page it automatically turned to. Sure enough, it had a small drawing of little Jacqueline as an infant. The page was ripped, though, across the corner. If there were any other relatives than Marcus, they remained a mystery. A half-hearted smirk smears her face. "Well... that answers that."
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"...Erghh...Kill...."
~ Quote by Daedrok

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Ocean air woke Taisiya in the morning. With every dawn, a sea breeze swept over Herrod, renewing it for another day, and her room at Riverpass Inn was no exception. Taisiya had talked with her new acquaintances – friends? - for awhile, then slept for much of the day and night. Having spent so many weeks in discomfort, the presence of an actual bed was momentous for Taisiya. Alldyde had done a considerable amount for her, and now that Taisiya lost her lethargy, she'd grown suspicious. What's his angle?

Taisiya grabbed a brush from the dresser and began straightening her hair; filled with painful knots that could be felt more than seen, she slowly fought through each one. A few long white strands floated to the ground as Taisiya thought to herself, 'Now what? I came her looking for a new life, and I can't stay here forever... I'll explore the city today.' She then dressed in her worn traveler's clothes; they didn't blend in with the decor of Riverpass Inn, but they'd be fine for city streets.

Grabbing everything she needed, Taisiya left the room, locking the door behind her. Downstairs, she passed once more through well-dressed patrons who'd just risen for the day. A few young son's of noblemen, clearly on a roadtrip away from their parents and families, sat at a table enjoying breakfast; another older lady near the bar was arguing over the state of her accommodations with the Innkeeper. Despite their wealth, even noblemen were not immune from sadness, for one at the bar had already begun heavily drinking this morning, drowning his worries with whatever bottle was placed in front of him.

As Taisiya passed the center of the room, a hand smacked her on the butt. The harassing hand belonged to a seated, middle-aged merchant in fine clothes who shot her a perturbing smile. "Hey! Keep your filthy hands to yourself!" barked Taisiya. Sitting at a table with another man, he laughed, the smell of wine drifting from him, "You're fine thing now ain't ya? What's the matter little girl?" Taisiya was boiling with fury. The man continued, "Now now, don't act like you didn't enjoy it. Well... I did at least!" Both men burst out laughing at Taisiya's indignation, and she glared at them something fierce. The merchant's companion at the table reached for Taisiya, looking for a handful as well, when suddenly a woman's fist struck him hard in the face. Long black hair flashed in front of Taisiya as Unaylen socked his jaw, knocking him straight to the ground from his chair.

"Ahhh... crazy bitch," cried out the merchant, clutching a bruised cheek. Unaylen put a foot on his throat and spoke confidently, "Tsk tsk. Such poor manners." The relatively few patrons of the morning watched the display of violence with intrigue. Looking concerned, the Innkeeper was about to approach when Unaylen shot him a glare – he stopped dead in his tracks. Unaylen pulled out a long, thin sword, "Touch her again, and this," she tabbed the blade tip against his groin – to which he began sweating nervously, "goes bye." Unable to be more pathetic, the man nodded vigorously; the other merchant didn't dare utter a word. Unaylen smiled to Taisiya, "I think they get the point now. C'mon, let's go for a walk." Sheathing her sword, Unaylen took Taisiya's hand, and the two walked out into the City, leaving behind the two nervous men, who almost became women.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Rumors seeded amongst the people. Ever since the duel three month ago, the country slowly unraveled as vicious rumors spread. Some could be ignored, such as a rumor that the King fainted in court one evening. Others were more serious. Prince Johannes heard several that claimed the King had executed innocent men and physically abused the Queen; both of course were wildly untrue. This merged with resentment toward King Hrodebert's rule, for people began to blame their troubles on his leadership. The unrest kept King Hrodebert awake at night, and Johannes pitied his father.

Alone in his chamber, Johannes closed the door and knelt beside his bed. In prayer, he spoke aloud, "LORD, in my heart I remember your promise - 'Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.' I know righteousness is not an act, but a person – the Lord Jesus Christ. With you as my light and salvation, knowing your grace is given, see my family now from these troubles. May the darkness that giveth rise to these evils come to light, and your will be done. In Jesus's name, Amen." Johannes let his head fall on top of the bed,  knees still uncomfortable against the floor. Prayer had helped to put the worst thoughts at ease, but he was still burdened with emotion. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," said Johannes as he stood. A servant walked inside, "Sire, I saw something I thought you should know about." Johannes lifted an eyebrow, "Go on." "I saw General Lasker arrive at the Castle, but he didn't join the court. Instead, he went down a disused hall and into an old council room – closing the door behind him. Your father however is elsewhere; I don't think he's aware of General Lasker's attendance. I thought it odd and decided to report the matter to you." Johannes had a grim expression, one of resolve, "I'm glad you told me this. Thank you." "Of course my Prince," the servant departed.

Johannes grabbed his belt and sword, tightening it around his waste. After a few moments, he left the chamber and made his way toward the old council room. 'I'm going to get to the bottom of this,' he thought to himself. Part of his prayer still echoed in his mind, '...May the darkness that giveth rise to these evils come to light...' A thought rose in response, seemingly on its own, 'Light is devoured by darkness, and you shall meet the same fate.']

"Oh well." She sighed a bit. Taisiya set down the egg again and stood. She straightened out her dress before beginning to wander the library. She traced her fingers along the spines of the books she passed, looking for anything to catch her eye. They all lined the walls, tightly packed together. Taisiya wondered if there was any organizational pattern to it all. She continued on down the rows, soon disappearing from sight.

Frustrated by the puzzle, dwalin sets it down. And walks to the bookshelf looking for anything related to dwarves.

I briefly consider the words on the puzzle again, distracted for a moment. "No progress on the puzzle yet, eh?!" I chuckle to myself before I shout to the others overhearing their lack of progress and frustration with the puzzle. "It still seems to resist revealing its secrets?" I comment in my German accent before returning to thinking about things I was before.
     I recall the letter Larlben sent us... "...I need to speak with you on matters of utmost importance..." I wonder if he has spoken to us about what this refers to? "...one of your companions is already in attendance as my guest, a Mr. Martin Rolfe..." Is Martin here somewhere? Why has he still not shown himself?

After I examine the interesting old map, I return to a book that caught my eye, and pull it from the shelf. I think it is written in my original tongue!

While I interestedly examine the book I found, I notice Lady Jacqueline also grabbed a book from the shelf. I move closer to her and speak to her with a smile, "Did you find a book of interest too? What is your buch {book} about?"

[Private to GM: I pull the book König Lothair, vater von König Hrodebert and take a look, interested at the history it contains. It is written in my language! I smile, speaking, "Ja? Ja!" It brings back feelings of home.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde:
I speak quietly to Lady Jaqueline secretly, before pausing to grab the book I just found.

"I am a bit frustrated that he took that letter... Hmmm, we need to get that letter back from Marcus..."

I examine the documents and map now in my possession, still keeping an eye out for others. "Could you keep a look out while I examine these briefly?"
     I think out loud, speaking quietly to Lady Jacqueline, after I examine Biff's journal entry. "Who sent the men we ran into? If we were sent by Steyus, that would leave Larlben, or Kelden. Why would Kelden do it, and why Larlben? Could the new pirate lord have sent them? They did seem to be slobs, men who could have easily been pirates." These questions need answers.
     While I examine the map I suddenly point out a spot to Lady Jacqueline. "Look here! This upper circled 'D' in the high district! I think that was the house we went in chasing those pirates with the chest! Is it the same!?"
     "What could it mean?! Do you think it is connected?! Or am I mistaken that that is the same place?"

     I look up in serious realization. "I think we need to convince Larlben to make that truce with Kelden. I think we should offer to be the liaisons on Larlben's behalf to Kelden's men. Larlben would likely pay well too. Perhaps that would give us more of the answers we seek as well. It would also help the 'war effort' in favor of the forces of good here."
]
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Amidst the old tomes, lining the library walls, the party found a moment of respite, a chance to settle their nerves. Herr Johannes excitedly flipped through the pages a book in his mother tongue, the familiar words reminding him of home. Dwalin also found himself caught by an interesting title, one etched in dwarvic runes; he retrieved it and found a place to sit down, perhaps one of the few in Herrod able to read it at all. Their peaceful silence was finally undone by a figure in the doorway, Celus Larlben, who knocked on the wall to gather their attention. [Private to Herr Johannes: The book details the history of Vaterland under the reign of King Lothair, father of King Hrodebert and your own grandfather! Read later tonight and one may unlock bonus lore content.] [Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Dwalin opened a tome which tells of the war between Dormania and the orc Da'ak Kingdom, 300 years ago. Read later tonight and one may unlock bonus lore content!] [Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya's fingers brushed along the book bindings until, upon touching a particular one, the sensation in her mind became a shout. She pulled it out; the dust on it was thick, clearly untouched for generations. The language was unknown, written in a jagged, foreign script; she could feel... power, within it. It'd take time to unravel it's meaning.]

Celus offered a warm smile, "I'm glad you all found the library. Many of these books have been here long before I; I've hardly had the chance to read them all, but then, that'd take several lifetimes." Johannes approached, "I'm reminded Mr. Celus, where is Martin Rolfe, whom you mentioned was in attendance?" "Ahh yes – an entertaining story actually," he chuckled in response, "You see, a few of my men entered the safehouse for lunch the other day; to their surprise, they found someone in it! Interrupting their lunch, they naturally captured him and proceeded to bring him here. But as it turns out, Mr. Martin and his captors got along famously, becoming friends, despite their tenuous situation. After I realized he was a member of your party, I set him loose to return to you, but he elected to stay on! Currently, he's on a new quest with some of my men, Ming-lo, Mocasin, and the others! Funny how friendships form." Celus pondered on the irony of it a moment, "In fact," he continued, "I've no doubt you'll see him along your future adventures." Johannes seemed satisfied with that; Martin found something he could finally believe in.

"Now, let us get to another matter," said Celus. "I've given it some contemplation, and I find it crucial that the truce with Delcor still be successful. However, it is now too dangerous to send any of my own men; since much of Delcor's faction believes I'm responsible for Biff's death, they may attack them on sight! Also, the alliance would have to be discussed with Kelden Delcor himself. If there's truly a force trying to stop this arrangement, mentioning this to his ordinary messengers may result in the same fate that Biff suffered. It's clear that I'd need a capable group to act in my stead, who would seem neutral to Delcor's eye – I'd like your group to act as my representatives, to find Kelden Delcor and forge an alliance between him and I. Will you undertake this quest?"
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"For the holy, time shall stop and fire rain down upon thy enemies. For the devout, all things are possible."
~ Quote by Isuel

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Laughter. "Did you see the look on their faces?" cried Unaylen in a mad chuckle. Even Taisiya had taken to giggling. "I could've sworn he shat himself. What's more, I'm sure he's shamed to have been bested by a woman!" Unaylen spoke with supreme satisfaction. Taisiya added with a smile, "Yea, thanks for that. Not going to lie, I very much enjoyed the sight." Sunlight shone in their eyes, high in the western sky; they walked toward the Bazaar down a lively road.

Unaylen heaved a final sigh of joy, "But really, we need to get you a weapon or something. I wouldn't walk around Herrod without one." Taisiya saw the truth in that, but was forced to recall, "I don't have any money. Otherwise, I would," a reflection spoken aloud. "Don't worry, I'm sure we can find you something cheap," said Unaylen.

They reached the center of the Bazaar, from which all the market streets connected like a wheel, turning about a gorgeous fountain, the hub. Taisiya dipped her fingers in the water as she walked past; the ripple was lost among many others as water rained down from a stone spire. Coins reflected from the fountain's bottom, hopeful wishes made by wanting people, at least those who had coins to spare. By morning, coins of the previous day vanish, said to be accepted as offerings by the Sea Goddess, but in truth, they were fished out by the poor, to feed themselves a little while longer. Atleast some wishes came true.

Unaylen led Taisiya to a weapons shop; it didn't take long before she tossed a pouch of coins to the salesman and set a longsword in Taisiya's hands. Warily, Taisiya unsheathed it, examining the newly forged steel, never before used. "There you go! That'll keep grubby hands at bay... or cut them off in the process!" said Unaylen with a smile. Taisiya nodded repeatedly in approval as she studied the sheen. Returning it to the sheathe, she strapped the blade onto her belt, a new accessory for her outfit. She gazed into a nearby mirror; the sword made her look different, capable, confident. It was a far different appearance than the one she had known, the child who was always on the run, lest someone stumble upon her secrets. But life in Herrod was different. Here, everyone had secrets.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes crept along the hallway, his feet moving as stealthily as they could manage. He passed in and out of torchlight; normally, each hall in the castle was fully illuminated, kept bright by numerous torches, but this particular hall was rarely used, and so, only half the ordinary number had been lit. A sword dangled against his thigh, uncertain of what he was about to face, but knowing that it could only be evil. He persevered.

Voices lightly echoed down the hall, reaching Johannes's ears as merely a muffled sound. They grew louder as he approached an old chamber, used for certain council meetings in the past. Cobwebs hung in the doorway corners, only slightly ruined by its new occupants. Johannes stepped near the entrance and opened it a crack, peering through the slight gape. Inside stood about seven people, all familiar faces to Johannes. The majority were military leaders, well known in the royal court – General Lasker was present as well – and standing at the head of this secret committee was Sir Rysan, giving an oration.

"Vaterland has long fallen into a pit of stagnation," uttered Rysan with a booming, confident voice. "Even as a foreigner, such things are obvious, plain as day. The Styrie beat against your southern border every generation, drawing blood each time, and the country itself has grown none for over a century. Why? Because you've succumbed to a ruling family who'd like nothing more than for things to stay the same, than to live in luxury without regard to the nation's fate. A fool of a King sits on the throne, without the wisdom to defeat a neighbor so weak as the Styrie – this is why the country rots, why welfare of its people dwindle." Johannes listened to the speech with an immediate rising of indignation and fury, for Rysan, a guest praised and treated with respect by his father, had betrayed his generosity, trust, and everything else worth upholding. He felt each word to be poison in his veins, fueling him with anger after each tone. The military men, whom also spat on the King's name by their presence, sat and listened attentively; Johannes saw them not in outrage, but rather they nodded their heads in agreement, buying into Rysan's web of lies. "This ruling family is a court of fools, pompous and cowardly. Don't be tricked by their cry of tradition, for it is exactly that which led the nation to its weak position. Yet, this is their mission, their errand to destruction," spoke Rysan in his twisted eloquence. Johannes couldn't bear the treachery any longer.

Bursting into the room, Johannes's voice quivered with contained ire, "I knew you were foul Rysan, from the very beginning. Sir Felix was right to accuse thee, and his words rang true!" General Lasker and the others had a flashing look of surprise, and guilt, like a child caught in the act of something they knew was wrong; Rysan on the otherhand turned calmly, appearing entirely unbothered by Johannes's abrupt entry, "It's rude to listen on a conversation without permission," said Rysan with a perverse smile, in dark humour. Boldly, Johannes spoke, "This wicked game of yours ends! I'll take this to my father, and this time, truly, you will hang for the discord you've caused!" Rysan casually glanced to the side, still unaffected by the seriousness of Johanne's tone, "Leave us," he muttered to the  military leaders. They looked at eachother with some apprehension, but in the end, did as they were told, and exited past Johannes in some haste.

"I shall leave as well," said Johannes in righteous fury, "and when I return, you shall be arrested!" Just as Johannes took a step to leave, Rysan spoke, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Johannes felt a shiver; despite Rysan's casualness, he could perceive it was no idle threat. He faced Rysan fully, declaring he was unafraid, "And why is that?" Rysan took a few steps closer, with a cruel smile, "Because of your sister, Wendelin." A real tinge of fear arose, "What of her? She'll be protected from the likes of you!" Rysan shook his head in a low chuckle, "Actually, quite the contrary. Do you know where she is?" Johannes hesitated, for indeed, he hadn't seen her for a few days. Rysan continued, "She's on a hunting trip with her young, male friend – my squire, whom she met at the ball – and chaperoned by my men." The plans in Johannes's mind came to a halt, and dread seeped in; Rysan seemed to delight in the new fear, "Should you speak to anyone of this, an accident will befall your sister, and I daresay, she won't survive. You love your sister, don't you?" Johannes was frozen with spite, and no words came to him. His head drooped, realizing he was losing. "You understand now," said Rysan with a cold laugh, "Good! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do. And I have no doubt, you'll hold that foolish tongue of yours." Rysan gave Johannes a perverse pat on the shoulder as he left, a touch which seemed to burn Johannes to the core. Johannes stood silent, now alone in the room; his heart was tied with love and terror for his sister's life, and evil itself appeared to be winning. For the first time in his life, Johannes didn't know what to do.]
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Trapper eyes the man wearily, scanning the room, looking to his companions, scanning their faces. He's spent his time in the library silently brooding, weighing all that he has learned in the past few days, and the scales are tipping within the green brute's mind. He speaks up, "We'll find him, but  you need to give us some decent leads. I'm not going on a wild goose chase." After he speaks his body relaxes, waiting to hear the man's response.
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[Private to Herr Johannes: "All too convenient timing..." she murmurs just loud enough for Herr Johannes to hear as a response to the offer that was made to them about the truce. Her eyes roll but she composes herself and genuinely thinks curiously about the offer.]

Lady Jacqueline's response was out of surprise; her eyebrows rose and her curiosity piqued. She thinks for a moment and asks, "First, what are the full circumstances and reference points that we have thus far to go on? Secondly..." she peers at Herr Johannes out of the corner of her eye, purses her lips into a silly smirk, and adds, "Will we have compensation for our travels?"

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I am suspicious that Larlben's suggestion came so soon after I just mentioned this to you. I raise my eyebrow when I look with my eyes toward Lady Jacqueline, meeting hers. "Just what I was thinking..." Was someone listening in on our conversation? DM Ryan - Honest coincidence actually; psychic moment on your part!]

      "Celus, Your thoughts seem to match my thoughts exactly. I would agree with this course of action for the... 'war? effort' for lack of a better term. I also agree with my comrades here, we would need accurate intel and appropriate compensation, especially in light of the risk of this mission." I speak seriously and matter of factly. "I am sure a businessman such as yourself is already well aware of that." I say with a friendly smile.
     The smile fades quickly as I speak the next line however, "I do think you ought to double check your organization for a information leak, why else would all of your spies with the pirates be silenced? How could anyone have know about all of them? Just a suggestion for all our safety."
     "Oh, and would you be speaking to all of us present? Or did you have a different assignment for Marcus? What I mean is, do the pirates know his face? I think highly of your son, so I am leaving no detail unattended to. I am glad to have him with us if it is so decided."
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Lady Jacqueline ponders for a moment, dolefully. [Private to DM Ryan: If they know who Marcus is... do they know my standing as well? I would likely be an expensive ransom, considering I've only just been found. Her senses make her uneasy about a possibly capture or ransom-- for either her or her dear brother.] "All of us are equally in danger," she speaks slowly and cautiously. "Especially if they know who exactly we are, whether we're hiding royalty, lost family members, and pasts we want to escape." She sighs and shakes her head, almost fearful of what may happen to anyone here. Everyone really was in equal danger, and even more so if they didn't stay together as a team. "Any realm of information on anyone is a danger to everyone here, and I think Larlb-- my stepfather is aware of the dangers. He isn't one to just throw us into the fray."

[Private to DM Ryan: {08:00, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.

08:00, Today: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 22 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.}]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I give Lady Jacqueline a stern look.]
I refocus my question once again toward Larlben, after Lady Jaqcueline attempted to answer it for him.

"I am sure Larlben can answer that for himself, besides I asked him, I want to hear his answer."

Marcus takes a seat on one of the couches, picking up the egg. He idly toys with it, feigning interest in the contraption. He once again slips into the world of his own thought.

Taisiya took out the tome that she had found particularly interesting. She held it in her hands, clasped in front of her as she slowly wandered back towards the voices in the front of the library. She attempted to pay attention, but was so interested in the book it became difficult to focus.

Dwalin continues  to read the book he found, occasionally looking up to listen to what the party says. He is obviosly more interested in the book than the discussion of his comrades. He finally  gets up to hear larlbens response to the questions of Johannes

Lady Jacqueline glares back at Johannes and folds her arms. "My answer doesn't prevent him from answering for himself. I'm just responding first. Sorry for stating an opinion." She takes a few steps away from him, approaching Marcus on the couch with the egg, now half-listening to Johannes and the questions that awaited answers.

"Allow me to answer certain questions first," said Celus, whose voice seemed naturally suited to business-like discussions, such as this. "First, you'd certainly be compensated for your actions. If an alliance is successful between House Delcor and Larlben, then I'd award each of you 300 gold and commission a weapon to be made for you from the finest blacksmiths in the city." Even Dwalin glanced upward at the considerably generous offer; Celus continued to speak, answering the curious - but expected – expressions among the party. "Mind you, there's a reason why my offer is so high," Celus chuckled, "Because frankly, I don't know where Kelden Delcor actually is."

Adwonus responded grudgingly, as though there were an awful taste in his mouth, "With all your spies, you expect me to believe you don't know where Delcor is?" Mindfully aware of Adwonus's 'manners,' Celus tolerantly replied, "Kelden Delcor has a secret base here in the city – that much is certain – a secret that he's impressively managed to keep. However, I believe that if anyone can find this base, it's your group. With some effort, cleverness, and a little luck, undoubtedly you could find clues as to its location."

"Father, do you have an idea where to begin?" added Marcus, who sat casually upon the couch. "To be honest, I'd have told you to begin at the Boar's Tusk Inn! All adventurers tend to carry a map, and Biff was a known adventurer in Delcor's service – his would certainly have held clues as to Delcor's whereabouts – but unfortunately, that's likely been lost to the flames." Irony. Turning sharply to Marcus, he continued, "But it matters little for you Marcus, for you're not going." "What?" Marcus replied, standing from his seat. "You're not going. It's far too dangerous for you; if they realized who you are – which they very well may – they'd never let you leave. So, you're staying here." "Father," Marcus began to protest, "I want to help. I-" Driven by concern, Celus spoke harshly, "I said no!" Marcus lost the words. Clearly frustrated, he hastily walked past his father and left the library.

After a moment of silence, Celus regained his confidence and turned to Lady Jacqueline, "I'd ask you not to go as well, but," he smiled, "I don't think you'd listen. And I can't tell you what to do. Fortunately, I don't think you're in danger because of who you are, for no one outside the family - and your friends here - even know your mother is alive, let alone that you're related to me. But it is dangerous nonetheless."

"So," Celus began to conclude, "I ask that you find Kelden Delcor and make peaceful contact with him in my name, tell him of my intentions. Inform Delcor alone of your association to me – to ignore this could bring misfortune, from those who wish to see this truce destroyed. Then he'll know to send a secure message to me, and we can resume negotiations. For this, you'll be well rewarded. Now, I need a clear answer. Do you accept this quest?"

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Marcus stormed through the hall, upset from his father's command. He juggled decisions in his mind: obey father's wishes... or ignore them and aid his friends. Regardless of what he decided, he needed a drink.

Marcus reached his room and called for a nearby servant to bring him wine. There was only one servant near, for the manor was quiet at this time of day. A few moments later, Marcus sat inside his room upon the bed as a servant brought a tray with a goblet of wine, "Here you go sir." Marcus didn't recognize the servant, but he didn't particularly care either as a took a gulp of bitter Merlot.

Apparently, his tolerance had grown low, for he became dizzy almost immediately. Too dizzy. Marcus's mind grew frantic, and his limbs became weak, falling into a dreamlike world. And the servant stood casually, watching, with a cruel smile on his face... as Marcus lost grip on reality...

...Marcus woke up. His limbs were still weak - and they were tied - his eyes blindfolded. He was being dragged.]
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"Don't count on the world to help you - it won't. Count on your friends, family, and those who love you. That's the only way to survive."
~ Quote by Brynda

[Private to Herr Johannes: Several days had passed, and Herr Johannes paced frantically in his chambers, uncertain of how to foil Rysan in his plot. Control of the military, the very strength of the King, had fallen into the hands of this snake in man's skin. Slaying Sir Felix had raised his reputation, for strength of arms was beyond currency among the knights, soldiers, and military-minded; in tandem with twisted words, he'd wrenched their loyalties for himself, from their proper home. Rysan had been fighting a war this entire time, one for the heart and mind of Vaterland, and Johannes had scarcely realized he was playing - and now, checkmate was nigh.

"I must stop this somehow," Johannes chanted to himself, a fruitless line that he'd said many times to this point. "I'll send word to the loyal knights of the realm – certainly some remain? - and summon them to undo this treachery." Johannes rang a bell upon his desk, to call his servant to him; through the door entered a person Johannes did not recognize, nor ever see before. "Yes m'lord?" the new face said. "Where is my servant, whose been my aid for so many years?" The stranger responded in brief, "The man to whom you refer has been arrested my lord, on account of theft. I am your servant now sir." Johannes grasped the truth of the situation, "Lies. He'd never committed thievery in all these years." "Regardless of the truth of the matter sir," he responded, "I can attend you now." The response was curt, unemotive – no doubt this was a pawn of Rysan; any message passed to him would certainly land in the demon's hands. "Away from me!" said Johannes in a fury, waving his hand toward the obvious spy. "As you wish sir," he responded, without so much as a flicker of shame, befitting a false attendant. Johannes sat upon the edge of his bed, for any attempt to leave would surely be watched, heaving a great sigh, "We are doomed..."

An abrupt shout came from the hall, reverberating through the prince's door, accompanied by the sound of violence – a brawl. Johannes swiftly stood, grabbing his weapon near at hand, and the front door burst open as a figure clumsily fell through. It was his servant, his old friend! His hands were bruised, and a bloodied smear ran across a balding head; behind him lay the false servant whom Johannes had spoken to moments ago, lying upon the ground unconscious. "You're alright!" cried Johannes, "This man had told me you were arrested, recognized as deception at first glance." The servant, exhausted from an ordeal greater than the combat he'd just suffered, spoke, "My Prince, they tried to capture me, but I managed to escape. This man -" he pointed to the fallen body, "was sent to keep you in your room as prisoner until their arrival!" He struggled to breathe, tiredness getting the better of him; Johannes battled confusion, trying to make sense of his friend's words, "What do you mean? Whose arrival? What's happening?" With diligent effort, the servant took a breath, "They're coming for you my lord, for the entire royal family! It's happening now! Guards, the army – they're seizing the castle, led by Sir Rysan and others. It's happening NOW!]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya and Unaylen walked along the Bay of Andor, watching the white sails of ships drift by. All day long ships anchored in the city docks or continued upriver past the Twin Bridges; they came from all over the world, each bearing their own story. "I recognize that kind of ship," said Unaylen. "See the two masts and curved sails? People from Shan-tai tend to use that model." Taisiya asked, "Have you ever been to Shan-tai?" "Once," she responded, "But the continent is largely jungle – I didn't stay long. Too hot and humid for my taste."

Continuing down the quiet pier, they conversed; for the most part, they were alone, save for ships upon the water. "I like it here though. Herrod can be dangerous, but I kind of enjoy that side to it – keeps things from getting boring!" Unaylen gave Taisiya a grin when her eyes suddenly darted behind; she resume looking forward as normal. "Don't look back," said Unaylen, "But I think we have company."

Taisiya didn't have to glance back to see a couple men from her peripheral, watching the women from an ally. As the two women moved further down the docks, their stalkers advanced as well, careful to keep a distance. "Who are they?" whispered Taisiya. "Enemies undoubtedly," responded Unaylen under her breath, "And I know who sent them – someone's been trying to pry into our affairs." They reached a shaded part of the pier. Unaylen continued, "Have that new sword ready?"

Taisiya touched the hilt of the blade, hanging from her waist; she felt beads of sweat on her forehead, anticipating what was going to happen. She nodded to Unaylen. "Good... Follow me." Unaylen turned abruptly down an ally to the left, and Taisiya tailed her closely. Stopping at a corner, Unalyen pulled out her thin sword – a rapier – and waited. "When they come around that wall, we end this." Taisiya pulled out her blade and held it at the ready. Her hands shook nervously. Footsteps approached.]
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In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 126):

[Private to GM: Marcus curses himself silently for letting his guard down. He should have realized something was up when he didn't recognize the help. Maybe his repeated absence from home had made him lax? It wasn't important now. He noticed that he wasn't gagged. Perhaps then, they wanted information? The thought simultaneously frightened and enraged him. This was exactly what his father had been worried about.

He tried to act as if he was still unconscious, though he wasn't sure he could pull it off. He thought back to the training. 'Keep your breathing regular. If you can keep breathing, you can keep fighting'

***

Marcus could feel his legs drag against the carpet. Already an improvement, for moments ago, his legs couldn't feel anything! While feigning unconsciousness, he heard a door close – apparently they were in another room of the house but who knows where.

Suddenly, the captor heaved Marcus's body into a small space – a closet? - and set him down. The ropes around his legs tightened as the impostor checked the knots. A rough voice spoke, "Alright pretty boy, you're going to stay here for awhile," he chuckled, "Id kill you myself... but it ain't my call." Rope binding Marcus's hands loosened as his captor re-did the knots...

{Note: You'll need to take your own actions/rolls! No one will do them for you. If you allow the RQ to proceed without interference - it'll win.}]
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Taisiya remained silent, giving into her desire to flip through the book she had acquired. She did not necessarily feel in her place to say, and allowed others to decide in her stead.

Lady Jacqueline squints at the egg and shifts her eyes to glare at Larlben. "Aye..." She states it tentatively. What they're getting into, no one truly knew. But the wars needed a means to find peace.

[Private to DM Ryan: Although there was a sense of identity she found with Larlben and her mother, there was still this void as though she was still lost in the streets. She needed to find something to fill it...]

"A wise man said once, 'Many live who deserve death and many die who deserve life, can you decide?'" Quote by a great wizard sage.

[Private to GM: After leaving my homeland, before meeting Steyus, I am staying in a room. Memories of the past once again fill my thoughts as a scene from the past plays once again, eclipsing my in the horrific vision. The thoughts that I could have done something different, I should have know begin to bombard my heart. I respond in hatred to defend myself from the relentless shame...

I consider to myself memories of the past, guilt just begins to rise, when it is consumed in a blazing fury. "All those who did this will face justice, for their selfish gain, their deceit." I whisper in controlled passion. Thoughts come to my mind again, "A wise man said once, 'Many live who deserve death and many die who deserve life, can you decide?'" I am so bold as to claim without mercy, "YES!" God's fury was meant for people like this, this is who hell was made for. HERETICS, TRAITORS, WRETCH, BETRAYERS, DECEIVERS. A RAGE FILLS MY MIND, my eyes fill with it, my hands shake, my heart beats. I am pushed to rage, when I realize, there is no point now. I teeter on the brink of slipping once again into the pit of boiling rage, like a cliff overlooking a lake of lava. A lake I have spent many hours of thought in since being driven from my home. It is not time yet... "IT IS NOT TIME YET!" I growl to myself in hatred, having to speak out loud to make my mind clear a moment. 'I have to save this for the right hour, not now.' With my own anger I calm the furious storm beginning to build. One day, one day, one day, all will pay, pay, PAY, for their sins. I must be STEEL, I must be FEAR. They will pay for what they did to me... tears begin to come to my eyes and I fall on my knees. Wracked with sobs I collapse and begin to pray, the words I can barely understand... "Help me! Abba Father! help me. Hosanna, hosanna! {אבא תציל אותי}" I begin to quote a psalm taught to me by a priest I encountered on the road. Muscle memory and the mercy of God, bring to my mind the psalm once again.

"Psalm 17 {Luther Bibel 1545 (LUTH1545)}

17 (Ein Gebet Davids.) HERR, erhöre die Gerechtigkeit, merke auf mein Schreien; vernimm mein Gebet, das nicht aus falschem Munde geht.
2 Sprich du in meiner Sache und schaue du aufs Recht.
3 Du prüfst mein Herz und siehst nach ihm des Nachts und läuterst mich, und findest nichts. Ich habe mir vorgesetzt, daß mein Mund nicht soll übertreten.
4 Ich bewahre mich in dem Wort deiner Lippen vor Menschenwerk, vor dem Wege des Mörders.
5 Erhalte meinen Gang auf deinen Fußsteigen, daß meine Tritte nicht gleiten.
6 Ich rufe zu dir, daß du, Gott, wollest mich erhören; neige deine Ohren zu mir, höre meine Rede.
7 Beweise deine wunderbare Güte, du Heiland derer, die dir vertrauen, wider die, so sich gegen deine rechte Hand setzen.
8 Behüte mich wie einen Augapfel im Auge, beschirme mich unter dem Schatten deiner Flügel
9 vor den Gottlosen, die mich verstören, vor meinen Feinden, die um und um nach meiner Seele stehen.
10 Ihr Herz schließen sie zu; mit ihrem Munde reden sie stolz.
11 Wo wir gehen, so umgeben sie uns; ihre Augen richten sie dahin, daß sie uns zur Erde stürzen;
12 gleichwie ein Löwe, der des Raubes begehrt, wie ein junger Löwe, der in der Höhle sitzt.
13 HERR, mache dich auf, überwältige ihn und demütige ihn, errette meine Seele von dem Gottlosen mit deinem Schwert,
14 von den Leuten mit deiner Hand, HERR, von den Leuten dieser Welt, welche ihr Teil haben in ihrem Leben, welchen du den Bauch füllst mit deinem Schatz, die da Söhne die Fülle haben und lassen ihr übriges ihren Kindern.
15 Ich aber will schauen dein Antlitz in Gerechtigkeit; ich will satt werden, wenn ich erwache, an deinem Bilde."

"Psalm 17 {King James Version (KJV)}
 A prayer of David

17
1 Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.
2 Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.
3 Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.
4 Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.
5 Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.
6 I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.
7 Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
9 From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.
10 They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.
11 They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;
12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
13 Arise, O Lord, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:
14 From men which are thy hand, O Lord, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
15 As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness."]

I consider Celus offer seriously, looking down with pursed lips while I weigh it. I step on chair with one leg, while I rest my arm on that leg. {like 'Captain Morgan', but in serious thought lol} "I think it is the logical choice. Wise objective, good means." I pause to think. "Throw in a good mount and this book {I raise the book in my hand breifly} and I will undertake this quest."

"I like the sound of getting a weapon! I'll do the quest." Dwalin exclaims.

"Excellent! I'm glad you've accepted," said Celus. "Tonight you may rest, dine, and share my home – be at peace; the beginning of your search can wait until tomorrow. Come!" [Private to Taisiya Northwood: Letters dance across your mind, slowly becoming clear. The party is departing: take the book or leave it?] [Private to Herr Johannes: "Yes, you may keep the book!"]

Exiting the Library, the party spent the remainder of the day in leisure. Drinks on the terrace over lush gardens put them at ease; for at least a few hours, there was peace. At evening came dinner, meeting Riene once more; she told them stories from when she was young, before bearing children, of dangerous encounters while sailing on the sea. Dwalin too shared a tale of frightening travel, en route from his homeland of Dormania; his dwarven disposition had been risen by Larlben's fine liquors and drink (of which he had plenty, even for a dwarf's thirst!). Finally dusk fell upon the household, and people prepared themselves for sleep.

Herr Johannes sat upon his bed, carefully flattening his new tunic, while Dwalin picked his teeth with a knife; Adwonus laid back in a chair, looking as grouchy as usually, pretending he wasn't enjoying himself. Marcus hadn't been seen since the Library, apparently quite upsetted by his father. In the lady's quarters, Taisiya brushed her long white hair and chatted with Lady Jacqueline. Before long, the two were interrupted by a knock on the open door – Celus Larlben. "Yes?" said Lady Jacqueline. "Jacqueline, may I borrow you for a moment," replied Celus. She shrugged and left with Celus, leaving Taisiya a moment's solitude, something she didn't mind at all; it had been a very social day.

Stars glistened through the windows of a peaceful night...

{Now is the time for discussion, creation, and cleverness.}

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Celus led Jacqueline to a neighboring room, which had a veranda connected to it. Opening the glass doors, he stepped into the cool night air and leaned upon the railing. Jacqueline followed, admiring the stars; there wasn't a cloud in the sky. After a minute of a silence, Celus asked, "Do you like it here?" his voice of a sincere tone. "Well, yes," said Jacqueline. She wasn't entirely sure how to respond. Celus replied, lingering on his own words, "Your mother and I had been together for a long time now... and we've built a great life together." He took a long time between speaking, thinking heavily on his thoughts. "I know I'm not your father, but..." His gaze left the stars and turned toward Jacqueline, meeting her eyes, "But you're welcome to live here... with us... after all this Lordship business is over. I know I'd be more than thrilled to have a daughter... But I don't want to impose on you." Everything glowed black-and-white in the starlight.]
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"Knowledge is the greatest goal we can achieve, for ignorance is the source of all darkness in the world."
~ Quote by Tzaloc

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya gripped her sword tightly, afraid it'd slip from sweaty palms. Footsteps came near the alley corner, followed by whispers. Unaylen stood beside her, holding her own blade expertly in front, awaiting their unfriendly company. Right on time, two people attempted to stealthily round the corner, unaware that Unaylen and Taisiya had laid a trap. A look of surprise flashed on the faces of an orc and brown-haired man, both wearing rugged clothing; they pulled out weapons instantly, the orc favoring an axe, the man - a sword.

"Aghh. They knew," said the man toward orc, realizing their mistake. "It doesn't matter now," spoke the orc in a harsh tone, "capture them!" The brown-haired man lunged forward with a sword at Taisiya, but Unaylen parried it for her. Unaylen's sword moved hastily through the air; sharp and slender, it could be merely seen as a blur, engaging the man. Both became occupied in battle, unable to step back for even a moment from eachother. The orc lifted his axe high, to bring down on Taisiya's skull.

Taisiya lifted her longsword and felt the axe collide against it, a painful vibration ringing through the metal and down her arm. Before she'd hardly recovered, the orc swung his axe again in a fury, but Taisiya jumped backward; the sharpened edge cut through the air in front of her. At first, fear and worry threw her mind into a storm, teetering on the precipice of panic, but life and death hung in the balance - her thoughts grew focused to a pin – there was no time for fear. Concentrated beyond thought, Taisiya had to learn and learn fast; she lunged forward, but the orc swiftly stepped to the side. He responded with an upward swing, expecting to catch Taisiya in an overreach, but she was more nimble than that. The axe missed entirely, and Taisiya brought her sword down in a wide slash – cutting straight across the orc's open chest. Life remained only for a moment in the orc's eyes before he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Unaylen and the man fought fiercely, their swords hardly able to reach the other, always blocked before they made it half-way. Taisiya joined the fray and struck the unsuspecting man's leg, who failed to anticipate his friend could fail. Seeing him weakened, Unaylen dove in for a desperate killing blow; that was a mistake, for it came too early. The man flung out his sword, and the blade slid straight through Unaylen's shoulder – protruding out the otherside, reddened by blood. Unaylen was stunned in surprise, her mouth gaping, as she fell to the ground in searing pain. Taisiya didn't have time for emotion; still focused with intensity, she thrust her own sword forward and pierced the man's gut. He let a out a wrenching cry of pain as he fell as well, landing on his back across the stone alley. The battle was over.

Dropping her sword, Taisiya dashed onto her knees to Unaylen's side, stammering, "No, no, no, no. What do I do? What do I-..." Unaylen had trouble speaking, "Get...help." "The Inn is so far away; I... I don't think I'd make it," whispered Taisiya as she started to cry, emotion returning to her. Drooping her head, she concentrated and thought – harder than she ever had before, "Alldyde, we need help!" The brown-haired man was still alive, painfully moaning upon the ground, unable to move. Taisiya's attention was given entirely to Unaylen; she tore some cloth from Unaylen's shirt and held it against the wound, doing everything she could to slow the bleeding. Taisiya could feel warm liquid smear against her palms, staining them red. Not a couple minutes later, Taisiya heard more footsteps, lots of them, and a large group of eight men turned the corner, led by Alldyde!

Alldyde looked frantic and concerned, speaking quickly, "Hurry! Help them! Get Unaylen to our nearest doctor – move!" Men lifted Unaylen, who let out an agonizing groan, and carried her away. Alldyde then placed his foot on the brown-haired man's stomach, tortuously on his wound, "And take this scum too; I want to question him." Taisiya felt weak, a light-headedness born of stress and fear; Alldyde crouched beside her, "Taisiya, are you alright?" Taisiya?" She didn't answer. Blackness swept across her sight, and the world faded away, as she drifted into unconsciousness.]

[Private to Herr Johannes: The knot slipped beneath sweating fingers, and Herr Johannes grimaced in frustration; his hands moved hurriedly, aided by his servant, donning armor as quickly as he could. Pauldrons were strapped into place, along with bracers over his ruffled sleeves. There wasn't time to put on everything, for time was in short supply. "That's enough," said Johannes, his voice strained by urgency. Lastly was the belt around his waist, a sheathed sword connected to it; the blade rubbed harmlessly against his cuisse. Weapon at hand, Johannes darted into the hall, "Stay here my friend. There's little more you can do." Exhausted from his trials, the servant nodded and remained in the royal quarters.

Dashing down the hall, plans of action raced through Johannes' mind, each as unsatisfactory as the next. Quickly, he settled on an idea of entering through the dining hall, reaching the throne room from an advantageous position – that's where his father would be. "Have they captured him?" muttered Johannes, worry spreading through his thoughts like a disease. As he neared the dining hall chamber, his paced slowed to a stealthy step, atleast as quietly as he could manage. Approaching the open doors, he peered inside, his body hidden behind the corner. Inside, two castle guards stood at their posts, standing at the throne room doors, which he needed to be through. 'Are they still loyal? Will they listen to reason if they're not?' such thinking occupied Johannes. He decided to take a risk – there wasn't time for anything else.

Johannes boldly walked inside, his head held high. The castle guards saw him immediately and took a step forward, as if to take action. "Stand down," spoke Johannes in a manner beholding a prince. "If you're still loyal, you will stand down and aid me in undoing the evil that has now entered this castle!" Looking at eachother for a brief moment, the guards hesitated – but not for long. "Prince Johannes," said one, "You're under arrest." Weapons held tightly at their sides, they approached Johannes, prepared to use force should he resist. Alone, one against two, the prince whispered to himself, the words echoing through the core of his being, "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?"]

Dwalin Goes to the puzzle,turns it right once , left twice then pulls the egg apart.

Dwalin headed to the Library for a moment, candles illuminating the empty room. He sat near the table, atop which rested the puzzle-egg. Suddenly the answer occurred! Rotating it correctly, he heard a satisfying click from inside and pulled the top from bottom. Unveiling the interior shell, he could see all the clockwork tumblers that clamped it in place - goblin mechanics are known for their ingenuity. In the very center was a hollow storage, out of which Dwalin picked up a small ruby, no larger than his fingernail; so captivated by the gem, he almost didn't notice the second object, a small token made of clay, which didn't look nearly as valuable (at least at a glance). Pocketing both, Dwalin returned to the room, saying "Today was a good day."

{Dwalin gains - Chipped Ruby; -1- Clay Token}
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Taisiya slipped the book she had found along with her. No one had touched it in ages, she could easily tell by the thick layer of dust that had originally covered it as she found it. It won't be missed. Besides, it would be nice to have something so intriguing for any quiet moments which may occur in the quest ahead of them.

In the night as Lady Jacqueline was taken for a moment by her stepfather she pulled the text out again and laid on the bed, perusing through and continuing her attempt at understanding.

Lady Jacqueline looks back at Taisiya and gently waves as she exits with Larlben.

[Private to DM Ryan: Jacqueline falters a moment. "Well, yes," she replies tenderly. Every nook and cranny, every painting, every flower in that garden yet to be discovered, the extensive library... It was all so wonderful. She couldn't help but feel sorry for both Larlben and her mother, as they must have worried for years and grieved for a majority of that time. That book in the library was proof enough. "I feel relieved to know that I'd have a home to come to when my travels are done." Her smile lopsided a moment because she felt like she just opened herself up to something she didn't necessarily fit to-- it was like forcing a piece of a puzzle into another piece. "I don't easily foresee settling down in the near future, to be honest. And, well," she bit her lip, but she wanted honesty and completion with her family as much as possible. "I don't yet trust you well enough to say I could settle here. I can accept you as my stepfather, but," Lady Jacqueline glances away for a moment.. ..after what you said-- or rather, didn't say about Kelden... and looks back at Larlben, "I cannot trust you. Not yet."

She smirks, a new thought striking her mind, and looks up at the stars inquizzitively. "Do you think I have any other siblings to be aware of?"]

In reply to Marcus Larlben (msg # 128):

[Private to GM: Marcus waited for his captor to check the bindings on his legs, then kicked with all his strength, aiming for the neck as best he could. He wanted to stun his assailant, to buy himself some time to wrench himself free of the bonds on his arms that had loosened. He only hoped that he had succeeded at faking unconsciousness, to take him by surprise.

***

To his captor's shock, Marcus sprang alive, bound feet kicking into the assailant's neck {Dmg: 5}. With a thud his head bounced off the side of a wall. "Ahh. Son of a bitch!" he gripped his scraped neck in frustration, "You little brat!" Marcus jolted into action, indeed getting the jump on him {Initiative: 22 - Success}.

Marcus knew he had to work quickly, adrenaline fought back the effects of poison in his mind.

(Escape Artist or Strength Check for Ropes - DC: 13)]

[Private to GM: The younger Larlben couldn't help but smile grimly at the sound of impact with his assailant. But, perhaps due to whatever he had been slipped, he couldn't find the strength to follow through, and free himself. He cursed aloud, struggling against his bonds.

***

"You lil' cunt!" said his captor through gritted teeth. Marcus felt a fist strike him in the jaw; his body went hot with pain {Hit; Marcus takes 2 Dmg}. The blindfold fell off with the blow, and suddenly Marcus could see - crouched over him was a brown-haired man in a butler's outfit. His face would be easily forgettable if it wasn't for a new cut above his eyebrow, which gave Marcus some pleasure. Intense eyes stared angrily at Marcus, "You're gonna stay here for a long time bud." He pushed down the blindfold over Marcus' mouth and tightened it as a crude gag.

(Marcus' turn; Escape Artist or Strength Check - DC: 13)]

[Private to GM: Adrenaline surged as the blow landed across his face, forcing more of the drug out of his system. He felt a surge of strength returning to him, and finally was able to wrench himself free of the ropes around his arms, if barely. He was becoming more focused now, more intent on success.

***

"Shit!" exclaimed the brown-haired man as Marcus broke free of his bindings! Frustration and panic contorted his face, realizing things weren't going his way. The assailant pushed off of Marcus onto his feet; Marcus fell backward as the man took off running, disappearing immediately around the corner - he'd lost the upper hand and knew he couldn't regain it. His footsteps quickly faded away as he escaped...

Hands free, Marcus easily undid the rope around his legs and crawled out from the closet. His palms touched something cold on the ground - he drew them back - and saw his captor had dropped something: a silver dagger, beautifully decorated at the hilt. The man clearly didn't intend to kill him, for he certainly could've done so - but why? 'Who was he? What was he doing here?' These thoughts disturbed Marcus as he slowly stood. Reaching his feet, the poison in his veins rushed to the head and overcame him. He barely made it to the bed - for he was in an empty bedroom - before losing consciousness.

Marcus awoke some hours later. His captor didn't return, likely afraid of being captured himself. Whatever he was poisoned with appeared to have run its course, and Marcus felt much better than before. It was night. The experience was traumatic, dangerous, but at last, Marcus was free!

{You gain item - Silver dagger}

(Removal Quest Completed - You now have full control of your character, though it's up to you to re-immerse yourself in the group. All events did indeed take place, and damage remains. You're currently in the present time, caught up completely. Nice work... Posts-by-Thursday Night!)]
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Marcus awakens.

[Private to GM: Marcus wakes to a servant shaking him. He felt a bit relieved to see it was one he recognized, this time. 'Young master, what are you doing he-' he stops, balking at the sight of the younger Larlben retching the foul substance from his stomach. 'Oh dear, I'll fetch your father.' Marcus stops him with an insistent hand motion. "Water. Fetch water, please." Concern evident on his face, the servant rushed out of the room. Marcus say up, feeling much better, now that the poison had run it's course. He idly wiped the corners of his mouth on the now ruined bedsheet, wondering who his attacker had been. He couldn't remember the face through the haze of poison and rage, but he knew one thing. He had to have left a large mark on his neck. That wouldn't have been easy to hide as he made his escape.

Finally the servant returned, bearing a tray with a mug and pitcher. Marcus poured himself a hearty glass and quaffed it, washing the taste of bile from his mouth. "Do not fetch my father, or my new companions." He stood and crossed the room to the stand on the other side of the bed. Every spare room had these, with a stationary set within. It always proved handy for business partners that came to visit, and Marcus intended to make use of it now. He hastily scrawled a note, folded it, then placed it on the tray the servant carried. "Bring this to my father, and Lady Jacqueline. I'm going out." He then went to his room and retrieved his personal sword, making sure to keep the silver dagger with him, before slipping out of the house to question security about anyone who matched the wounded man, and where they might have gone.

The note reads: Father, I dutifully apologize in advance. But as you once said, family is the most important thing. So I cannot stand to remain idle as my family is attacked. I have just now fended off one such interloper, and intend to track him down. He passed himself as part of the help, please take heed.

Lady Jacqueline, it was a great surprise to learn your identity, but nevertheless was it a pleasant experience meeting you. I must apologize to you as well, as here ends my task to keep you safe. I feel I have to do this, for the sake of all my family, yourself included. I hope we can meet again, when the circumstances are less dire.]
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     While we are at dinner, I speak while we have drinks on the veranda. "Did that seem strange to you how Larlben spoke to Marcus verses how he spoke to Lady Jacqueline? Did you think it strange Lady Jacqueline? I wonder why there was the difference?"
     "Do you all have any ideas about how we should progress for this quest?"

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: I take Lady Jacqueline aside while we peruse the estate of Larlben, finding a moment alone. "We need to talk about the map, I think it reveals the location of Kelden's secret base. I do not think we should tell anyone about the map yet, it is our best bargaining chip right now."]

     After I prepare to sleep, that is after I use some of the fine ointments provided, brush my teeth (how modern!), and change it a tunic for sleeping {which I also found in the armoire in our room, correct?} I pull out the book which Larlben gave me and continue to read it. It is good to read my own language again.

     I notice Larlben's present in our hallway, when I get up to speak with him I find he requested Lady Jacqueline's presence. Seizing the opportunity to talk to him a bit more, I speak.
     "Mr. Larlben! Thank you very much for the book, danke! I am sure you are busy, so I do not wish to take too much time of yours. I was curious if you overlooked my terms for the quest, I had asked for a mount as part of the reward? Is that feasible?, I am willing to exchange that for armor of similar value for the reward instead of the mount. To clarify, I mean all this in addition to the offered reward. We are undertaking a quest of great importance after all, this could shape the future of our city.
     Also, is it possible to get any of this up front for equipping for the quest?"

     Upon Dwalin's return from the library, I notice and speak, looking up from my book. "Where did you go?" noticing his pleased expression, I inquire. "Good news?"

[Private to GM: Did Larlben intentionally not speak of my request for a mount as part of the reward, or was that overlooked? If it was intentional, I was going to negotiate a little more.]
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Clear night sky shined through the windows. [Private to Herr Johannes: "Evening Herr Johannes," said Celus. Together, they stood in the hall, while Johannes asked various questions. Celus replied, his voice naturally suited for business, "I'm glad you like the book! To be honest, I hardly have the time to use the Library, so I certainly won't miss it." He chuckled and continued, "Now, I cannot offer you a higher reward than your allies – 500 gold and a weapon is already quite generous mind you. However, if you perform a further service, I could justify further reward." "What would this service be?" spoke Johannes. "Although I wish to establish a truce with Delcor, that doesn't mean I trust him, and I must be prepared should things turn sour – listen carefully. If you find his secret base, I'd like you to uncover his strength for me, with utmost discretion of course: his number of men, outposts, their locations – things like this. There may be a document or two pertaining to it; acquire this during your journey and bring it to me, and I'll procure you a worthy mount, in addition to your earnings! This you may claim once the deed is done. But now, please excuse me, for I wish to speak with my step-daughter. Goodnight young paladin." He departed.] [Private to Taisiya Northwood: Taisiya's eyes were fixated on the old tome, whose wrinkled leather binding rested in her palms. Merely touching it sent electric tingles down the spine; hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The letters were nothing like she'd ever seen: jagged, as though it were inked by a nail. Although she'd never studied lost languages, the words echoed clearly in her mind, "Jith lak'tuk ich vi silias rath... And so came down M'roth, who'd not set foot in mortal realm. Those not anointed with the blood of sacrificed fled in terror. His servants attended their holy duty, for paradise is promised to those who understand... By utterance of the names – Abzoul, Idath, Anuk – one touches the Wave, tinctured by true Magic. Power awaits the inducted. ...Kila un'duuk sah mat vi a dune." Taisiya felt exhausted, as through reading itself took great energy. She ceased there. {You gain the spells - Read Magic; Cause Fear}] [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Celus smiled as best he could, hiding a subtle disappointment. He lightly laughed, "Don't worry, no more surprise siblings." He glanced toward the Gardens below, "Everything I do is for family, including you Jacqueline. In time, I hope you see this. Remember, you'll always have a home here." With sincerity, he finished speaking and slowly exited the balcony. Jacqueline stayed a few minutes longer with her thoughts, before heading back to bed.]

Herr Johannes briefly conversed with Celus in the hallway before returning to his bedside, resuming the exploration of his book. The familiar language, something he'd seen rarely these past few years, invoked in him a melancholy, accompanied by thoughts of home. Despite this, he continued reading, for it was those same thoughts of home that inspired him, memories that renewed his vigor. Dwalin returned from the Library while Adwonous leaned back in a leather cushioned chair; everyone was at ease tonight. After a few minutes, Lady Jacqueline returned to her room as well, finding Taisiya still engrossed in her own readings.

Preparing for another night's rest, the party reflected on how far they've come – from Herrod Castle, to The Hero's Rest, to the Bazaar, to the Safehouse, to the Boar's Tusk Inn – somehow ending in Larlben Estate several days later. Of all their travels, tonight was certainly the most peaceful. Tomorrow would begin something new. They could feel Herrod moving, closing in for something. The city looked so much different now, as pieces of the puzzle came together. With this mood lingering over the group, eyes closed shut, and Dwalin blew out the last candle. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Taisiya Northwood: Knock Knock. Lady Jacqueline had only just laid down, "Ugh." Taisiya was stilled nestled in bed, reading by a lone candle. Wearily, Jacqueline answered the door, behind which a servant waited diligently. "Pardon my intrusion madame. Message for you." After handing her a slip of paper, he departed.][Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: It read: Lady Jacqueline, it was a great surprise to learn your identity, but nevertheless was it a pleasant experience meeting you. I must apologize to you as well, as here ends my task to keep you safe. I feel I have to do this, for the sake of all my family, yourself included. I hope we can meet again, when the circumstances are less dire. ~ Marcus]

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Marcus exited a side door into the Gardens; he used to take this route during childhood. Under the cover of night, he traveled along the hedges. Upon reaching the outer edges of the Estate, he caught sight of the guardhouse, attached to the wall which hid the City of Herrod behind it. Approaching the door, he slammed his palm on the wood. The door opened; a sentry answered, "Who goes there? Master Marcus! What are you doing about at night – are you all right? Quick, come inside!" Ushering Marcus inside, a numbered of off-duty men assembled to their feet. At night, sentries patrolled the perimeter of the property, and most doors to the household were also protected; Celus, his father, normally kept the Manor itself – at least the most used chambers – clear of guards, so that his family could live an unhindered life.

Frord, the head guard, descended from the second level. Gray-haired, an old soldier, Frord had served House Larlben for over a decade. Perplexity crossed his face, for a surprise visit such as this could only mean a few things, "Master Marcus, what brings you here at this hour?" Marcus replied, "Something's happened. Have you heard any incidents today thus far?" Frord's eyebrows raised, for Marcus's question was spot on, "Only one sir – one of the butlers was reported missing. We searched briefly, but most presumed he'd walked off the job." Marcus hastily followed up, "When? When did he go missing??" He responded, "When..." "Yes?" "About when you and your companions arrived, earlier today. Why? What's happened sir?" Marcus spoke grimly, "There's been a breach in security..."]
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"Answers are not found in death, but in life. This I learned when it was too late."
~ Saddha

[Private to Herr Johannes: Swords clashed. A castle guard lunged forward, and Herr Johannes hastily deflected the blow, his enemy's blade flung to the side. Years of royal training in combat did not go to waste; Johannes seized the moment immediately and struck the guard's hilt, disarming him. As the other guard attacked, Johannes side-stepped the blow. He could feel the sword cut through the air where he'd once been, an imperceptible breeze upon his cheek. Johannes kicked out the guard's knee in an elegant motion, who fell almost instantly to the ground; his sword too escaped his grasp, sliding across the floor. Their weapons gone, the fallen guard frantically scrambled to his feet, and both ran, fleeing from a superior combatant. Johannes could not waste any time to pursue them, for if they were here, then the worst had already come.

Johannes burst through the doors into the throne room, sword held high; the grand chamber was nearly empty, except for one figure. Stepping upon the red carpet, which stretched the room's entire length, the prince slowly approached toward the center, eyes locked upon the throne. Sir Rysan sat casually on the ornate chair, his dark brown eyes looking on Johannes with amusement; his body was concealed beneath dark gray armor, a horned helm leisurely tossed on the Queen's seat. Their eyes met with an unimaginable intensity. "Where is my family?!" demanded Johannes, his voice nearly a scream. Rysan stood; he walked around the throne chair, his fingers brushing along the woodwork, as if he had all the time in the world. "WHERE IS MY FAMILY!?" the words were painful to speak, through a agonizing haze of uncertainty. Rysan responded with a perverse calm, a tone that Johannes despised, "Your family is waiting for you," he chuckled, "Captured... by their own guards." While Rysan spoke, Johannes struggled to form a strategy, his mind desperate to find one; but it refused to settle, his thoughts engulfed by righteous fury and the desire to charge Rysan where he stood. Finally Johannes spoke, "Why? We honored and welcomed you, and yet, this betrayal. Why?!"

Rysan saw the burning hatred within Johannes and deliberately delayed his reply, watching the Prince in silent cruelty. At last, Rysan said, "Partly because I could. It was quite easy in fact – a foolish and gullible country," he sneered, taking pleasure in this, "And the second reason. Well... you'll learn in time." "This ends now snake! I will purge your evil from my Kingdom!" Rysan laughed like a madman, "Stupid boy! Don't you realize who you're up against?! You can't possibly defeat me! Surrender yourself with decency, and you just might invoke my mercy!" Johannes didn't back down; holding his sword before him, he uttered, "When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell." Rysan looked upon the Prince and drew from his shoulder a massive greatsword that could shatter mountains, "Hmph... So be it."

"...He teacheth mine hands to war."]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Voices reached Taisiya's ears, her eyelids still closed as she slowly awakened, "...Your suspicions were right sir, he was one of Biff's men, attempting to follow us again." "No surprise," uttered a familiar voice, followed by a brief pause, "And?" "There's more. Apparently, Biff's trying to arrange a truce with the Larlbens..." "Shit... God dammit.... Alright, things start early. Go – you know what to do." "Got it," footsteps departed and faded away.

Taisiya opened her eyes and first saw the ceiling, lying on her back in a cot. The room was made of plain wood with little decoration; shadows of people moved behind a door with a blurry-glass window. Sunlight seeped through windows on both sides of the room. Taisiya turned on her side, considering a few more minutes of sleep, until seeing she wasn't alone – on a cot opposite hers laid Unaylen, unconscious with her upper body tightly-wrapped in bandages. Apparently, a doctor had done some work on her.

Quietly, Taisiya sat up on the edge of the bed, wondering where she could possibly be. Standing, a light dizziness swelled but soon subsided. Not wanting to wait in perplexity, she walked toward the door and stepped outside; fresh ocean wind wafted over her, carrying the crisp scent of salt. Somewhat surprised, Taisiya realized she was on a stationary ship, docked in the Herrod harbor – a few men walked back and forth on a ramp connected to the pier, hulling crates. The floor gently rolled beneath her as frequent waves passed under. Thankfully, her sea legs were still decent.

"You're awake!" said Alldyde from on deck, who approached hastily. "Are you alright?" Taisiya cleared her throat, "Erm.. yes, thank you. Is Unaylen okay?" "She'll live," Alldyde replied, "Our doctors stitched the wound; luckily, her vitals weren't harmed." "Thank god," said Taisiya as her gaze fell to the ground; she'd been frightened for her. "Don't worry, you're safe now," Alldyde put a hand on her shoulder. Taisiya recollected herself and took a step back, Alldyde's hand falling back to his side, "Wait, so who were those people? Why were they following us?" Clearly taking a moment to think, Alldyde merely responded, "Enemies – it's nothing you have to worry about." The answer was too cryptic for Taisiya, and she started to get angry, "Obviously I do need to worry about it!" He didn't quite know how to respond, seeming to juggle possible answers in his mind, a hesitation which agitated Taisiya. "I'm going back to the Inn," she said, not liking her new situation. "No!" quickly spoke Alldyde, his tone heavy with concern. "Listen, Taisiya... I want you to stay here for a while – a week or two. Things are in motion, happening in the city, and it won't be safe for you."

Old questions rose on Taisiya's mind, finally demanding an answer, "So? Why do you care what happens to me? And why have you been so helpful since you met me? Normal people aren't like that! What is it you want?" Alldyde's normal confidence seemed lost as he struggled for an answer, "I... Er, I..." And suddenly, it became obvious to Taisiya; her face softened immediately as the realization dawned...

...her loved her.

Alldyde noticed her comprehension as Taisiya went silent – he'd given up on finding the right explanation. Finally, he regained his composure and responded in a more default, business tone, "Please, stay here for the next couple weeks. I'll be gone during that time, and you can count on the men here to protect you. You won't come to harm here... Er, I must be going... Goodbye." Alldyde turned and departed down the ramp, but not without a look back, his thoughts evidently burdened. Taisiya remained standing silently, for there was a lot now on her mind. As Alldyde disappeared from view, Taisiya headed backed into the room where Unaylen rested; lying down on her cot, she stared upward at the ceiling, trying to think.]

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 145):

[Private to GM: "Get some of your men to search the house for our missing man. I was taken captive alive, but I fear as a servant he may not have been so lucky." He paused, glancing back at the house. He had to move fast, he had already been unconscious for some time. "Have you heard of any of the help being injured today? Perhaps one of the butlers leaving early from a neck injury?" His attacker couldn't have gotten too far on foot with that kind of wound, Marcus was certain. It would have made it difficult to breathe, so he would have either had to take transport, or more than likely find somewhere to rest. "Speak quickly, I have little time."]
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P.M.[Private to DM Ryan; Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Taisiya looked towards Lady Jacqueline after setting down her book, hiding a look of exhaustion. "So what was that all about?" She asked her friend.]

P.M.

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Lady Jacqueline pivots on her heels to Taisiya in a whirl, eyes wide with fear. "Oh my--" she quickly scans the note over for clues, but finds none and holds it out for Taisiya to view if she so wanted. "Marcus is... Gone from here."]

After reading and conversing with Larlben I return to my room and I sleep a full nights rest. I awake and brush my teeth again! I check the armouire for any other tunics. I pick the most appropriate for adventuring and combat (likely the one I arrived in) {it was washed at Larlben's?} I then pack the remaining tunics in my pack wrapping one around the book I received, before packing it safely in my pack as well. I then put on my armour, sword belt, equipment belt, and clothing belt. I find a servant assigned to us and ask for about 12 scraps of leather and 2 feet of rope (or 1 foot rope and 1 foot cord). I take some time to fashion some fuses for each of the oil pints I have. I also tie my flint and steel together with a bit of the rope I bought (or is provided for me). (I take a foot off to fashion the wicks and tie my flint and steel together) I then fashion leather coverings for each pint of oil, to cover the fuse. I tie the leather on so with a single pull I can remove the cap. I then search for my companions, are they nearby? are they awake? have they left? I ask a nearby servant if I cannot find them. I also inquire to him of breakfast. "Were we all having breakfast together before we depart? Was Mr. Larlben joining us for breakfast?" [Private to GM: {With all the PMs I am not really sure what is going on right now}]
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After a good night's rest, dwalin wakes up and packs his newfound belongings. He puts on his armor and equips his ax.

Herr Johannes meticulously dressed himself and prepared his equipment. After an eternity of going through his routine, he finally realized, "Where is everyone?" He stood and saw his room was empty. Dwalin and Adwonus' bed were absolutely clean, as though they'd never been used. "Dwalin? Adwonus?" called Johannes. No one answered.

Entering the hall, he opened the door to the Ladies Quarters. "Jacqueline, Taisiya – are you in here?" There wasn't a soul, nor a sign anyone had slept in here. Johannes was confounded, "Where are my friends? Perhaps they're at breakfast already?" Johannes hastened downstairs, and he indeed heard familiar voices echo from the dining hall. "Thank goodness," Johannes muttered, "Hey, why didn't you wake-" His voice fell away as he stepped inside. Dwalin, Adwonus, Taisiya, Marcus – they all laid on the floor, frozen dead upon the ground. Lady Jacqueline slouched in a dining chair, facing away from Johannes. "Jacqueline!" She didn't move. He ran forward and quickly turned the chair around, seeing the knife handle protruding from Jacqueline's chest. Her cold eyes simply stared at him...

Johannes woke in a sweat! His bedsheets were damp from the nightmare, and several limbs shook. It was the dead of night. A sigh of relief escaped him, and the room suddenly went silent. Only then did he realize there was previously a noise, whispers. Lying still in his bed, Johannes could feel a presence... Someone was in the room... [Private to Herr Johannes: {Listen Check - Success}] [Private to Herr Johannes: Update - Multiple footsteps lightly walked across the room and exited the door, closing it softly...]

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Frord straightened his posture, knowing well that the safety of House Larlben was his responsibility, a reflection of his purpose. "All household servants are residenced in the Servant's Quarters as you know sir. Taking leave for any employee is carefully recorded. I'll request a listing at once, and begin a full search for the missing servant." Frord barked a few orders; one man sprinted for the main gate guardhouse while another four were sent to the Manor. Having a moment to spare, Marcus sat on a nearby bench and rested his head. The poison from earlier was gone, but a pain still lingered in his jaw, from where he was struck.

After a few minutes, the runner returned with a document, hastily delivering it to Frord. "Hmm... Master Marcus, it would seem no servants have left the Estate today; the intruder may still be here." Then, to both Frord and Marcus' surprise, another man returned to the guardhouse, out of breath from sprinting – it was far too soon to have completed a search. "Sirs!" panted the Larlben Guard, "One of the maids found it before we'd even started. In one of the closets, a body – throat slit and stripped of his clothes!" None of this was good news.]

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer: Silence. Wind on the cheek was cold, haunting. He stepped over a body. Then another, and another, and another...

Everything was frozen, glistening with a morning frost. The corpses were like works of art, their faces immortalized by nature's chill. He stepped over another.

Below was a cliff, going deep into the black earth. Somewhere down there was his Father. Go after him? The choice was never made, for he slipped. Falling and falling into the earth.

He landed in the stone halls. Golden statues sneered at him from all around, casting insults his way. Failure they chanted. Wasn't he looking for someone? Someone important...

One statue was white. It didn't ridicule him, but smiled instead. He drew closer and closer. Whispers... Don't cling to the past.

The dream faded away.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: There was something on his tail, hunting him. Trapper dashed through the trees, vines lashing his face. They cut deep, for they were covered with thorns. He dove behind a tree and pushed against the base. Footsteps drew closer and closer.

Trapper's breathing was heavy, as though he breathed water instead, drowning in it. Or was that fear? Vibrations pulsed through the ground from heavy feet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw its claws digging into the soil. Trapper was no longer the hunter, a change he did not like.

None of this was right; he refused his fate. If he was to die, it'd be with his own claws flailing. Trapper jumped out into the open, axes held high. The beast was gone. Instead there was only Pyrra, inches from his face, "Why are you running from me?"

The dream ended abruptly. A voice permeated his grogginess, along with a hand gently shaking his shoulder. "Sir, it's Jeth. We have to move, quickly! Sir, wake up!" Trapper was falling back into sleep, his mind subdued by tiredness.]
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"There's a great big world out there. Are you really going to let it pass by?"
~ Quote by Sidd

[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes could not feel the sweat on his brow, nor the air on his cheek, nor the dryness of his tongue – there was only Sir Rysan's sword and his own. Johannes charged in righteous stride, unafraid, and swung his blade across, to which Rysan lifted his own and blocked. The clang of steel hurt his ears. Johannes shouted,  although he could hardly hear himself speak, "Devil! Thief in the night! How dare you wrong my family!" Swords disconnected and clashed again overhead; Rysan laughed madly, letting all pretenses fall away, "Foolish boy! You're nothing compared to me! Your family is a poison, a disease, and I shall cure the world of them." Rysan stepped backward and took a powerful swing; Johannes brought forward his blade to defend. Although Johannes held off the greatsword with all his strength, vibrations rang painfully through his arms – the blow lifted Johannes upward and flung him several yards across the room, into chairs of the royal court.

Johannes laid on the ground, weak from the fall. He'd lost his breath. Grasping his sword's handle, which had fallen next to him, he attempted to lift himself. Wind rushed in his ears – he knew what was happening. With all his might, Johannes threw himself to the side, rolling across the floor; where Johannes had just been, Rysan came crashing down from the sky, his blade shattering the solid stone. Breath returned, and Johannes frantically stood. He was losing. A voice from nowhere beckoned him against lost hope, "Fight, Prince Johannes, fight!" Thoughts searched desperately for a way to win – looking for anything at all. He grabbed a nearby chair and threw it at Rysan. The dark warrior flung out his armored hand, breaking the chair into pieces, while Johannes lunged with longsword outstretched. Rysan stepped to the side, but dust from broken wood delayed his reaction; the blade grazed the stomach of his armor, leaving a scar across the front. Dark eyes widened, glaring at Johannes in a maniacal fury, "Insolent wretch! You'll suffer for that!"

Losing sight of his foe for a moment, Johannes rolled backward – there was no other choice. Steel flashed above Johannes, for Rysan's greatsword would've taken his head if didn't duck in time. The moment Johannes regained his stance, a steel-plated foot collided with his chest; Rysan kicked him, and Johannes flew into the throne room's center. For a brief second, his heart stopped, and Johannes coughed blood onto the ground. His body was in flames, beginning to fail; fear crept in. Rysan was stronger – a lot stronger. Suddenly, fast footsteps and a scream distracted him, "JOHANNES!" Wendelin sprinted into the chamber and froze at the entrance, seeing Rysan slowly walk toward the fallen prince, who stared at the ground barely able to lift himself. She started to cry, "Get up! Get up! Get -" A end of a polearm struck Wendelin in the head, for she was being pursued by several soldiers; unconscious, she collapsed. "No! Wendelin! Get away from my sister!" shouted Johannes, struggling to his feet. Wild laughter echoed through the hall.

"Do you really think you're going to win?" spoke Rysan; Johannes turned, glaring at him with renewed rage. Everything became blurry to Johannes, either from injury or tears – he couldn't tell which. "It's over fool. This kingdom is mine. And your sister shall meet her fate, along with the rest of your miserable family." Fire coursed through Johannes' veins, shouting as he thrusted his sword. Rysan deflected it with his own, but Johannes swung again and again, like a wild animal's last stand, using every last ounce of energy the Prince had. Clashing steel resounded through the throne room, Johannes swinging furiously while Rysan parried each. "Enough!" Rysan's voice broke harshly. Rysan swung his blade against Johannes' incoming sword, and shattered the Prince's weapon like glass. As fragments danced across the ground, an armored fist hit Johannes' face, and he dropped to hands and knees. Prince Johannes gazed upward at Rysan, who loomed over him, and spoke, "God will bring every deed into judgment, with every secret thing, whether good or evil. Your heart is stained Rysan, and there's only one fate for you. But through Christ, I will be delivered, and I will have vengeance!" Rysan looked darkly upon Johannes, his tone cold as ice, "Haven't you heard Prince? God is dead." Last thing Johannes remembered was the hilt of Rysan's greatsword – then there was blackness...]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Jacqueline showed the message to Taisiya. It read: Lady Jacqueline, it was a great surprise to learn your identity, but nevertheless was it a pleasant experience meeting you. I must apologize to you as well, as here ends my task to keep you safe. I feel I have to do this, for the sake of all my family, yourself included. I hope we can meet again, when the circumstances are less dire. ~ Marcus]

Lady Jacqueline sat on her bed with her covers over her legs which were drawn up to her chest as she sat and stared outside. Her mind simply drifted to many several events of the day, and of what tomorrow looked like. "I can't sleep..." she concludes softly under her breath.

[Private to DM Ryan: A shifting shadow in her mind toys with the gravity of her thoughts. What if he'd been captured? Or worse-- what if he was in the midst of a ransom and is trying to make us not worry? Sweat beads her brow as she goes from thought to thought. What if Larlben was just putting on a face to get me to trust him? What if he doesn't intend a truce between he and Kelden? Jacqueline had little interest in politics, but when it came to peace, she knew in her heart that Kelden struck the same chord with her beliefs, which is why she stands behind him. His stance on liberty to grow in life was NOT naive to her, unlike what her estranged stepfather says. Yet, she felt it a duty to remain a silent loyalist; she has to gain what information she can for her own benefits.

The girl in the mirror keeps popping up in her mind like a plague. I hope that's just a weird thing that I think of myself or something-- and not some freaky connection to a missing person. And seeing odd images in her mind about what she'd said about Johannes looking royal-- Really?? she thinks to herself, blushing. Marcus's face sifts between thoughts. I sincerely hope he's okay and that he knows what he's doing...

***

Jacqueline's thoughts were briefly interrupted, hearing footsteps walk down the hall. Jacqueline returned to thinking, but only a few minutes later, more footsteps followed. "Jeez, doesn't anyone sleep in this house," thought Jacqueline. {Listen Check - Success}]
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In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 154):

[Private to DM Ryan: Adwonus wakes int the night. Remembering the dream. The mission. He crawls out of bed, moving silently among the corridors, waiting and watching for any others. As he navigates the halls with his partner, his heart picking up the pace. The kill is coming and he's ready. The two of them reach the door and exchange looks before opening it...

***

Adwonus noticed a new cut on Jeth's face and a bruise along his neck, as though he'd just been in a serious fight. "Where'd you get those?" he muttered. "Larlben's brat. I attempted to capture him, hit two birds with one stone." "And??" said Adwonus impatiently. "...He escaped. But don't worry, he doesn't know anything. He was poisoned too - I expect he's being hindered. We need to move quickly."They reached Celus' room and saw a Larlben Guard stationed in front. Adwonus angrily whispered, "I think they know."]

[Private to DM Ryan: In reply to Adwonus Swillman (msg # 155):

as they wait in the shadows, Adwonus takes the blade agent, and looks him in the eye.
"You fucked up big time." he whispers, "The kid was not part of the plan..." he pauses, and thinks, "We can still salvage this... get that guard away from the room. Give me the knife, and the key to that door. I'll do the rest. Go to the guard, and don't make a big fuss, but tell him you were injured by an intruder downstairs. Tell him you need his help. I just need a brief bit of time. If you don't think you can do that, you let me know right now, and we abort the mission until later. Are we clear?" 

***

Jeth took a deep breath, knowing well he'd messed up, "Another thing sir... I lost the knife." "You what?!" harshly whispered Adwonus. "I've failed you in that regard sir, but I won't do so again. I'll do as you've asked." He stood and broke cover. Limping toward the guard, he said, "Help, help! I was attacked downstairs. There's an intruder in the house!" The guard drew his sword, "We we're warned there was an intruder. Where is he?" "By the kitchens, follow me!" Jeth replied. The guard bought the act and was led away to the lower levels. The hallway was now clear - Adwonus crept forward and gently turned the knob. It was open...]

[Private to DM Ryan: Adwonus sneaks into the room,
(move silently)12:57, Tue 14 Oct 2014: Adwonus Swillman rolled 27 using 1d20+9 ((18)).
(hide)12:56, Tue 14 Oct 2014: Adwonus Swillman rolled 10 using 1d20+9 ((1)).
He spies Llarbin sleeping and draws his knife, a simple bland weapon. He grimaces wishing desperately that he had the guard's weapon. But then he remembers the sneak. There's a deathly quiet as he approaches the bedside. With a smooth quick motion, he draws the dagger across the sleeping lord's neck (coup de grace). as soon as it is done he turns on the ball of his foot and slips out the door. He takes the knife and casually plants it deep within one of the large vase's that decorates the corridors. His head is clear, but there's something eating at the back of his mind when he returns to his quarters, sliding softly back into bed.  ]
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In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 152):

[Private to GM: The younger Larlben took a deep breath, hand clenching the hilt of his blade. "The intruder may not have left in disguise, but as a visitor. Look into that. Search the house." He stood and moved to leave. "I'm going to go into town, I think I should go pay a visit to some friends." He strode from the guardhouse, paused, then stepped inside once more. "If you find the bastard, wring his neck until you find out who he works for. Then send me word." With that, he quickly made his way to the docks. He was going to go stir up trouble, in any way he could. He intended to find out where this intruder came from, and tear their world down.

Marcus was no longer feeling merciful. Someone had died because of him.

***

Grabbing a cloak, Marcus departed the Larlben Estate. Frord had woken several more men and hastened off to the household, complying with their orders. Hopefully, they all knew what they were doing.

Marcus walked through the starlit streets; the city looked so much different at night. While the main roads were illuminated by lamp posts, everywhere else was enveloped in shadow. Crossing the twin bridges, he entered the lower district, and before long, the Bazaar. The docks stretched along the market district's coast, so merchant ships lost little time bringing their goods to sale. However, the docks were also deep Pirate territory, a fact Marcus knew well.

Passing by the fountain, the hub of the Bazaar, Marcus lost no time in reaching the pier. Ships were anchored along edges, as well as much of the harbor. Cold ocean air wafted over him, carrying the crisp scent of salt. The dock was largely barren at night, but noise still echoed from a nearby tavern - undoubtedly a pirate cove. 'Where to begin...' Marcus asked himself. The possibilities were many.

He had walked these streets before. It seemed to him that there were none unfamiliar now, a result of his many excursions as a boy. But his father's news about his agents worried him. The usual network was gone, his lifeline severed. If he were to find the trouble he sought now, there would be no easy means of rescue.

The thought thrilled him.

He pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, not enough to hide his countenance, but enough to make sure any onlookers would have to confirm his identity. Then he stepped into the tavern and moved to the bar. As with many of the popular haunts, Marcus had been here before. He took a seat and caught the bartenders' attention. "Hail friend," he started, as the keep moved to him. Marcus lowered his voice. "I'm sure you know who I am. I'm looking for information. Any clue who I might be able to beat some out of around here? I'll be sure to take it outside." He slipped the man a gold piece or two, hoping to grease his lips a bit.

***

Tables were occupied by sailors, some jovial and drunk while others talked in quiet tones. Nearly everyone here had a weapon - this was no place for ordinary folk. Squinting at Marcus, the bartender approached, "Marcus? Is that you?!" "Yea, it's me," he replied in a low voice. Casually leaning across the counter, the bartender discretely took two gold pieces Marcus had placed in front {Lost 2gp}. Through a short gray beard, the bartender spoke, "I remember when your father would come down here and manage ships for his business, and he'd bring you along to learn the trade - before that beard of yours grew in." He lightly chuckled before continuing, "Was a while ago..." "Indeed," said Marcus, who didn't have time for reminiscing, "Now, do you have the information I need or not?"

The bartender's fingers fiddled with the gold coins; he was nervous. Marcus couldn't help but think he was evading the question, stalling. "You were stupid to come down here, you know that? A lot has changed since the name Larlben meant something down here. Don't get me wrong - I like you, and your dad, but there are new names now. And they scare me." Marcus was about to question him further when the bartender's eyes glanced behind Marcus and nodded. Two large men slowly walked forward; Marcus didn't like where this was going. "This Larlben's boy?" said one of the men inquisitively, his voice deep. "It is," hesitantly responded the bartender. Marcus kept his eyes forward, watching through the peripheral; if he ran now, he wouldn't even make it to the door - that'd be suicide. One of the men put his hand on Marcus' shoulder, "You'd better come with us. There's someone who'd like to talk to you..."

{You gain -1- Clay Token, for creative writing}

***

Marcus stands suddenly, half kicking the chair away from him as he did. It clattered to the floor, ceasing some of the chatter as patrons looked to see what the commotion was. He laughed loudly, jovially. With a touch of hysteria. He spun around to face the two men, pulling his good off with a dramatic flair. This was all calculated. His father's agents might have been gone, but word of Celia Larlben's son being dragged away from a tavern by some hired muscle would travel fast. Hopefully fast enough to catch up to him if things went badly.

"Well, this is rich! Here I was, just about to ask rather impolite where I could find someone like yourselves, and lo, here you are!" He laughed loudly, again. "Please, by all means, lead the way. I'm looking for a 'talk' as it is." He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. His rash decision was playing out perfectly. So long as he could keep his head, he was sure he would find what he wanted before sunrise. Zinvaris would kick my ass to hell and back if I died here. The thought amused him, but knowing the half-elf that had trained him, it wasn't too far from the truth.

He motioned with one hand for the two men to lead him out the door, the other hand on his sword. All the while things of the people who worked for his father that had kept him safe, cared for him as a boy. All of them 'silenced', as his father had put it. He felt once more a burning rage in the pit of his stomach, but held it in. He couldn't avenge them if he lost it, either. They had been his 'family'. Not by blood, but all the same he was going to rescue them. Or avenge them, if it was already too late.]
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It's a cold night.

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Although the room was dark, Adwonus could see perfectly, a trait from his orc-blood. He crept into the room, feet barely making a sound {Move Silently – Success}. Starlight was blocked by elegant curtains over the windows – truly, Adwonus felt like a hunter in the night. Approaching the elaborate wooden bed, he peered at the two figures asleep within; Celus' wife, Riene, had the blanket nestled to her chin while Celus himself laid comfortably on his back, deep in a dream. Adwonus pulled out a simple knife.

He didn't doubt nor hesitate... With a single stroke, Adwonus slit Celus' throat {Coup de Grace - Success}.

Larlben's eyes flashed open – they were filled with fear, panic, surprise, and anger, all in a single moment. He had no vocal chords to scream with. After a mere second, the emotion in his face disappeared, drained from his being. Eyes froze where they were, and his body never even twitched. That was all it took. And Celus Larlben was dead... His wife never felt a thing.

Adwonus made quick progress through the halls; he could hear voices and footsteps from the lower levels – guards. Wasting no time, Adwonus reached the Men's Quarters without incident and returned to his own bed, slipping beneath the covers. There he laid in unparalleled feeling, "It is done... My mission was successfully completed. It is done..." Today, the fate of Herrod changed forever. As of this moment, countless lives were spared from the horrors of civil war. Though the chaos of Herrod is far from over, tonight was a victory for Adwonus, and he slept soundly.

{You gain -2- Clay Tokens, for 'Courageous Gameplay'}]

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Marcus indeed felt deep satisfaction at their reaction. Bewildered by such boldness, the two burly men flashed brief looks of surprise, taken slightly off-guard. Most patrons ceased their chatter to watch the spectacle. Marcus glanced around the tavern, deliberately letting people see his face – there was no doubt certain people would hear of this – a fact that pleased him. 'All according to plan,' he thought to himself, followed by, 'I sure hope I know what the hell I'm doing...'

Stern faced, one of the men spoke, "Asshole's probably drunk..." "We still need to take him," said the other, "Come on pretty boy." Gripping Marcus' arm, he pushed him forward. Observers watched in silence, for no one was going to intervene on his behalf. To Marcus' surprise, the men didn't lead him toward the front door at all, but rather the hallway, leading further into the building. One man stood in front of Marcus while the other held his arm from behind. At the very end of the hall, a man pulled out a key, unlocking the door before him. The rest of the tavern was entirely hidden from view. Marcus had expected an ordinary room, but he was wrong. Instead, there was a stair leading underground, to a level beneath the building!

Silently led downstairs, Marcus trudged behind his new 'friends'. Opening another door at the bottom, they entered an intersection of beautiful wooden hallways, like the kind found in the homes of nobles! Expecting a dingy basement, the elegance caught Marcus by surprise. "This way," said the one behind him, roughly pushing Marcus forward. Heading straight, they passed by several more doors and hallways. 'This complex is massive; it must run beneath atleast half the Bazaar!' Marcus thought to himself. Finally, they stopped at the very end, an ornate wooden door. They knocked.

"Come in," uttered a voice from within. The two burly men moved cautiously, as if they were afraid – Marcus curiously noted this. They opened the door and pushed Marcus inside. The room was modest-sized; Marcus could cross it in ten footsteps or so. Several bookselves lined the left wall, and a polished ebony desk occupied the center. Being underground, there were no windows. Behind the desk, seated in a leather chair, sat a man with short-black hair. His dark eyes studied Marcus, marveling at his unexpected appearance. "Larlben's son," said one of the men who'd brought him. "Yes, indeed. You two – wait outside." Closing the door behind, they left.

This new figure leaned on the desk, peering at Marcus. "Do you know who I am?" he said with a chilling confidence. "Nope," Marcus replied. "Well, we should be civil then. My name..."]

[Private to Herr Johannes: "Why didn't you protect?" said Lady Jacqueline. Her face was ghostly white. "I... I didn't know. I didn't expect. Forgive me..." Johannes replied. "Why didn't you? WHY?? WHY???"

Johannes jolted awake again; he felt exhausted. Apparently, he'd fallen back asleep, but he certainly wasn't sleeping well. Johannes sighed, hoping he'd at least have a little rest by morning. 'Ugh... these nightmares need to stop.']

Private Content [Private to Marcus Larlben: "...is Alldyde."]

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 157):

[Private to GM: Marcus paused for a long moment, feeling as if perhaps the man he now found himself before was used to these dramatic spaces. In the interim, he processed his situation. He had not been relieved of his weapon, so there must have been an element of trust, guarantee of safety, or madness around him. For the moment he could not tell which it might be, but he decided it was less than productive to worry about it now. The room itself was rather spartan, and yet refined. This was a place of business, where deals were made and plans schemed. He somewhat grimly noticed a similarity with his own father's office. At least that one has windows, though...

Feeling he had given the man enough space to make a dramatic declaration, the younger Larlben spoke. "Can't say I've heard of you, sir." It was curt, concise. He didn't really care much, despite the polite phrasing. "I imagine you've got something to discuss with me, given the current circumstances. But you know all about me, I'm sure. Son of Celus Larlben, all that. You don't need me to go through the whole menagerie. Might I have the pleasure of knowing something about my host?"

***

Paintings hung opposite the bookshelves, the closest thing to windows in the room. The first depicted a chaotic battlefield with little way to discern who was who; in baroque style, armored figures swirled around the scene in a hurricane-like motion. Further down the wall was another, a watercolor of evergreens, a tree which didn't grow on Perdane. Marcus perused them with a glance while speaking, though he wasn't actually interested in art, "...Might I have the pleasure of knowing something about my host?"

Alldyde leaned back in his chair, folding one leg over the other, "No. You may not." Pushing some partially written letters aside, he continued in a stone cold voice, "What are you doing here, Mister Larlben?" He raised an eyebrow, "Do you have a deathwish? Is that it?"

***

Marcus laughed. "Hadn't expected to hear that one just yet, but I can't say ur was undeserved. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, drawing on the tumultuous emotions that he had been suppressing until now. You've probably heard all about the new management around the docks, yes? Well, you see, there were quite a few people that worked for my father who seem to have disappeared during that. They were all people that helped care for me as a kid, you see. I'm rather fond of the lot of them." Here tinges of rage and sorrow slipped into the edges of his casual demeanor. "I was attacked in my own home, and a man that helps, helped, my family lost his life because of it." He placed one hand on the desk and leaned over it. "So here I am, looking for those responsible. Thought I'd start here."

***

No emotion crossed Alldyde's expression, but there was intrigue. Marcus felt as though he were playing cards, trying to evoke a reaction from his opponent's poker face - unsuccessfully. Folding his hands, Alldyde briefly contemplated before speaking, "Interesting... Well, it just so happens that I can help you with both of those mysteries." His mouth curled into a sly smile, "BUT information comes at a price. Information for information usually." Alldyde unfolded his legs and provokingly leaned forward, "And what could you possibly offer me? There are few secrets in this city I don't know..." He smirked, his tone condescending, "Go ahead, surprise me."

***

Marcus thought for a moment, confused. There wasn't anything he knew that would be valuable to this man, was there? The true was off little consequence, as the assassination proved they already knew if it or at least had some suspicion. He racked his brain to dig for anything he could use. When the answer came, his heart sank. "I... Have a half sister, on my mother's side." The words felt painful to speak, as he felt a tightening in his chest.

Alldyde sneered. "Oh? Infidelity, is it? I'm afraid some paltry scandal isn't enough for-" Marcus raised a hand, waving him silent.

"She happens to be the daughter of Riene Corelia, and a certain Jack." he stated gravely, almost certain he knew that this, above all else, was the most valuable information he currently possessed.

***

Alldyde's eyes widened with interest. He settled back into his seat and smiled, impressed at such information, "My, my. I'm afraid I underestimated your value Mister Marcus. That is quite the family secret indeed. So, Red Jack's purportedly dead bride is alive and well... with two living children... interesting." Lost in his own thought, a moment passed in silence. Finally, Marcus spoke, "Ahem. Now there's your end of the bargain to uphold." "Indeed," Alldyde's attention returned, "Very well. You've made a sufficient payment. Though I'm not known for my kindness, I am a businessman of sorts, and will give you what you seek..."

In a neutral tone, he asked, "The person who attacked you - what'd they look like?" Marcus replied, "Was a man, human... brown hair... not a very memorable face really." "And you recently invited a group of - presumably defecting - adventurers into your home, who previously worked for Ivan Steyus, correct?" Marcus hesitated a moment, "You knew that I take it." Alldyde smiled, "I did." He continued, "Your situation has the name of Pyrra all over it..."

"Who?" inquired Marcus, his attention focused. Alldyde elaborated, "You likely came here thinking Pirates were responsible, but that is not the case... Pyrra is the top-ranking assassin of Lord Ivan Steyus, a female elven adventurer, who's worked for him the past few years. She operates alongside the woman Rielle, whom you must know of?" Marcus nodded. "The man who attacked you was undoubtedly one of Pyrra's lackeys - a cut-throat named Jeth most likely - he's not important..."

Marcus spoke, "Hmm... I see. Is that all?" Alldyde calmly smiled, "I suppose there's a little more. For years, Pyrra was inseparable from her partner, some half-orc, though I don't know what became of that." Making his conclusion he said, "So, the attack on you was orchestrated by Pyrra... But strange..." "What is it?" asked Marcus. Alldyde was thinking aloud, reveling in the new insight, "You're a small fish, Mister Marcus. I've never known Pyrra to go just after easy prey. It's not her style." Alldyde glanced darkly at Marcus, waiting for the implications to sink in....

***

Marcus considered this, and while alarming, found it unsurprising. The other factions were purportedly sure that his father had been the cause of the tavern fire, so such an attack seemed almost logical. "I see. Well then, I shall have to pay this Pyrra a visit next." He turned and made for the door, but stopped after only two steps.

Ever his father's son, he couldn't help but capitalize when an opportunity arose, or when he was sure he was getting a raw deal. "You know, there is one more thing I'd like to know before I leave. And seeing as I just gave you something rather... Intriguing... I should think it would make for a fair trade if you were to give me just this last piece of information." he paused, turning to face Alldyde. "What is the name of the new Pirate Lord?"

***

Alldyde burst into cold laughter, a response Marcus didn't expect. His stolid countenance returning, Alldyde spoke, "Clearly, you didn't inherit your father's wit..." He stood,

"...I am the Pirate Lord of Herrod!"

Alldyde whistled sharply. Before Marcus could scarcely turn, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a black bag was shoved over his head. Without warning, several men grabbed his limbs and dragged him from the room...

Minutes later, the bag was pulled off Marcus' head, snagging at his long hair, and he was shoved through a door into an alley. A solid metal door slammed shut behind him; the door had no handle, but there was a slot-hole at eye level, which opened, "If you come into our territory again without an invitation, we'll kill ya. To request an invitation, book a room at Riverpass Inn ...and we'll think about. Now... get lost." The slot-hole closed shut.

Marcus picked himself up from the cobbled stone, patting the dust of his pants. He stepped out of the alleyway and into a recognizable street; he wasn't far from the Bazaar center. Stars shone clearly overhead. Marcus lightly laughed and said, "It's been one hell of a night."

{You gain Map Location: Secret Entrance to Pirate Complex}]
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Lady Jacqueline shifts where she sits and glares into the dark, pulling out her dagger. Whether she heard something or not, she was not about to sit there and ponder aimlessly. Perhaps paranoia settled in too quickly[Private to DM Ryan: on behalf of her beloved brother, or perhaps she was just ready]. [Private to Taisiya Northwood: "Taisiya?" she cautiously whispered. "Did you hear that?"]

[Private to DM Ryan: {17:48, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
17:47, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.}

***

Sitting in bed, Lady Jacqueline listened to the night. Minutes passed, and no more footsteps walked by. 'Perhaps it was merely the guards?' Jacqueline thought to herself. Not long after, she heard distant voices from outside, through their bedroom window {Listen Check - Success}; sounded like the Estate Guards calling to eachother by the walls, or merely voices from the City carried by wind. There was nothing to be seen save the interior of the room. It was late into the night, and stars glistened through silk curtains...]
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Adrenaline is rising...

[Private to GM: I look around at this start, I do it cautiously, in case there is a presence. {I assume I am still lying down on my chest}. I reach for my dagger under my pillow slowly. I look around with only my eyes first, and at the same time I listen.

{01:36, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot Check.
01:35, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20+1. Listen Check.}

My sleep wears off and I recall what I heard what seemed moments ago, or was it longer... I was dreaming. It was no dream though.

I begin to turn my head to look around the room more completely and listen again, {assuming I still hear and see nothing}

01:36, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Spot Check.
01:36, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1. Listen Check.

I then reach for my sword immediately resting next to my bed, under it, on my right...

p.s., still need to read my HC... I have been to busy to give it the focus it deserves

***

Herr Johannes tightened his grip around the sword beneath his bed. Slowly lifting his head up, he peered around the room. Dwalin and Adwonus were asleep in their beds; starlight shone through the windows. If there was someone here earlier, they were gone. 'Perhaps I was just spooked from that nightmare,' Johannes thought to himself. A cool draft comfortably wafted over him as he laid back down.

I come to my senses once more, "No more of this sleep right now!" I shout in my mind. I get up silently and shake my head. I look at my things with sword still in hand. I look to see if anything is out of place from where I left it the night before {16}.  Backpack open or closed {18}? pouches sitting neatly next to it {3}? all closed {18}? Shield at the wall {5}? 2 sets of armor neatly folded around themselves {like in stalker} {16}? I then check my belt for the letter and map {3}. I check my gold pouch briefly {11}. Before I take a full inventory I just look at these things. I then put my equipment belt on and my sword belt. I draw my sword. I take up my shield. I will not let myself be taken advantage of like I was in the past. Not by thieves, not like my past, AND NOT TONIGHT! IF THEY WANT DEATH I WILL DELIVER IT TO THEM! Fury of past pain begins to rise in my heart. Shutters come to me of my nightmare once again. I need to do a walk about, I should check on Lady Jacqueline, but maybe this is what the thief is waiting for, for me to leave to take my things? I draw a torch and my flint and steel if there is no other lights in the hall. I look at Dwalin and Adwonus closely {21}, do they seem to have just gotten up? Do there eyes look like they are not sleeping now {21}? Are they snoring {17}? Is their stuff still there {3}? Could they have just gotten up and come back to bed? Did Marcus come in here? or was it a more sinister foe. My past has taught me to always be ready to fight, never let your guard down, and do not overlook situations like this. Could it be an assassin or spy sent against Larlben? Could it be the leak that got his sources killed? Questions race through my mind assessing the possibilities.

01:56, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Spot Check on companion's items.
01:56, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Listen check on snoring .
01:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+1.
01:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Spot Check observing my companions and their stuff.
01:47, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20.
01:47, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20. Search Check on Inventory.
01:47, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1.
01:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+1.
01:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1.
01:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1.
01:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1.
01:44, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Spot Check on Inventory.

{the rolls are in reverse order. I copied them from the dice roller, newest on top to oldest on bottom.}

***

Herr Johannes hastily climbed from bed, the prospect of a thief putting him on edge. Immediately, he surveyed his possessions: everything appeared exactly as he'd left them. His equipment and backpack were untouched; fingering through his gold pouch, all coins seemed accounted for. Everything was here.

Regardless, Johannes grabbed the supplies to light a torch, the alternative being candles. Dwalin's snoring cut out; Adwonus never snored. Both jostled in their beds, awakening to Johannes' commotion. Half opened eyes squinted at him. Their gear also appeared present. If there was something out of place, Johannes couldn't see it.

Added: Dwalin's bed was disheveled, as though he'd been tossing and turning the night. 'Perhaps I'm not the only one with nightmares', thought Johannes to himself {Spot Check - 21}. The dwarf sighed, annoyed at the interruption from sleep by Johannes' noise. Adwonus' bed was pristine, very neat; it could have been recently made, but then, Adwonus had always been a still sleeper, a hunter..]
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Private Content [Private to Adwonus Swillman; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes: Adwonus and Dwalin were woken from their sleep by a rustling sound. They partially opened their eyes and saw Johannes digging through his stuff, beneath the starlight. It was very late in the night...]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Lady Jacqueline walked out onto the balcony, standing out of view. After a few minutes passed, Taisiya suddenly heard a thud! If she didn't know any better, she'd say Jacqueline just fell out the window!]
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In reply to Marcus Larlben (msg # 159):

[Private to GM: Marcus started to yell at the men behind the steel for, but decided against it. He was still reeling from his discovery. Alldyde, eh...? And Pyrrha. He looked around, realizing that he was now on the street. It was as he thought, then. The complex underground was expansive, and had multiple ways in and out.

His thoughts went one again to the attacker from this evening, wondering how he would track down his employer. She seemed to be a cunning one, just by rumors of her, so he couldn't be sure to just stumble into her as he had the new pirate lord. It was in this musing he realized something.

 I've never known Pyrra to go after just easy prey.

He cursed loudly, and bolted from the alley. He hurriedly flagged down a carriage and hastily explained to get him to the Larlben estate. "Lives depend on this, please! We must get there, NOW.

***

The carriage thundered on the cobbled stone, hooves and wheels scraping against it. Marcus cursed at the driver to go faster. No doubt the sound was waking some households, but Marcus didn't care - this was important. They crossed the twin bridges; unlike earlier, there were a couple wagons moving across, getting an early jump on the day. Dawn was coming.

Before long, the carriage rushed to a sudden stop in front of the Larlben Estate. The gatekeeper, recognizing him, ran out to the carriage and addressed the fare, while Guards opened the gate from within. Marcus hastily stepped through, and another Guard - the runner - quickly approached. Although it was still dark, the Gardens glowed beneath the night sky.

"Report. What's going on?" demanded Marcus. The runner responded, "Don't worry sir, we're making progress. Apparently another servant was attacked in the kitchens by an intruder; the poor servant looked pretty beat up too, with a bruise on his neck and some cuts. Currently, all guards are thoroughly searching the kitchen and connecting areas on the First Floor." "Shit," muttered Marcus..]
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Jacqueline stirs.

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: She stands and tiptoes on the cool floor over to the window and peers out. A balcony appears on the other side of the pane as she approaches the silk curtains. She glances back at Taisiya who hasn't said a word yet. "You asleep?" she murmurs. Turning back to the open window, she steadies her dagger in her hand and cautiously prowls onto the balcony.]

[Private to DM Ryan: I almost feel like seeing if I can find him on my own... She scans the area quickly and listens for movement.

{12:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
12:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.}

***

Lady Jacqueline had spent most of the night awake, burdened by her nerves. Although she'd tried to rest, sleep simply never came. She felt... off. It was very late in the night, and dawn wasn't far away.

Troubled, she prowled onto the balcony, having heard distant voices on the wind; dagger in hand, she received an excellent view of the Estate's front. Gardens below were illuminated by a starlit sky. Jacqueline could see the main gate from here - there was a lot of movement that way, black-and-white figures bustling in the distance.

Suddenly, the main gate opened! A carriage on the street dropped off a figure - she couldn't tell who it was {Spot Check - Partial} - and the arrival nearly sprinted inside the property, rushing to speak with a number of Larlben staff waiting out there. Apparently, some people have had a busy night.

***

Lady Jacqueline grips the railing and desperately watches the carriage. No one hails them at night lest they be on urgent errands. "Larlben.... what are you up to??"

{20:15, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
20:15, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.}

***

Continuing to peer into the darkness, Lady Jacqueline stood on the balcony; a cool breeze gently ruffled her hair. The figures remained conversing, but it was both too distant and dark to perceive any details. Jacqueline sighed, "Ugh... if only I was an elf." The main gate closed shut.

***

The night whispers with a gentle breeze. Lady Jacqueline peers over the edge of the balcony to below. How far of a jump is this? She very seriously considers climbing down. The impulse is too much. Very clumsily, she hoists herself up on the rail and swings her legs over with a twist of her hips, anticipating gripping the ledge with her toes-- but narrowly misses. The weight of her things she carried simply gave her too much momentum. Her stomach wrenches with the sudden loss of a sense of gravity, before she lands a hard tumble to her feet. That... could have gone better.. she winces and looks around. Where am I?

{22:10, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+4. Tumble Check.
22:10, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Climb Check.}

***

With the slip of her foot, Lady Jacqueline fell straight into the hedges below {taking 2 dmg}. Stiff branches scratched her arms as she tumbled onto the lawn; flat on her back, she stared upward at the sky. Slowly she picked herself up, cursing her clumsiness. That... could have gone better.. she winced and looked around. Where am I?. Dew on the grass dampened her clothes and left a small stain in the night gown; she was grateful for not landing on her dagger, still in hand. The heads of the figures could still be seen across the gardens, which laid between Jacqueline and them. Regaining her composure, she set out in their direction...

Lady Jacqueline steps silently forward with each step sinking carefully and cautiously, keeping a steady eye on the figures before her; dagger at the ready, it remains low and by her side. A frog or two in the trees distract only her ears, but she keeps moving forward, remaining unseen. Her eyes glared eagerly into the dark.

{23:02, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 17 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
23:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
23:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
23:01, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.}

***

Through the starlit gardens, Jacqueline crept toward the front gate. Nearly there, she peaked around a rose bush; no one noticed her approach {Move Silently/Hide - Success}. Peering out, she saw a man speaking with several Larlben Guards. At first Jacqueline thought it was Celus, for he resembled him in the shallow darkness, but she was wrong - it was Marcus!

Jacqueline ran out from her hiding place, "Marcus!" He was wearing a cloak, having just come from the City; Jacqueline couldn't help but notice his face looked worn - he clearly hadn't slept this night. "Jacqueline!" he called out. The guards readied their weapons for a moment, but they lowered when Marcus responded. Brother and sister, they were united.]
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In reply to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde (msg # 164):

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes: Adwonus awakes to see the warrior shuffling through his own belongings and whispers, not wishing to wake the others, "What's going on Herr?" ]
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Private message
[Private to Adwonus Swillman; DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer:
     "Something is going on here, I just heard someone walk quietly through our room, were either of you up?" I whisper forcefully, but controlled, clearly with strong emotion.
     I breathe heavily, for just waking up. After a pause, breathing in and out, I inquire also, "Do either of you know about how late it is? Did either of you just come back here to sleep? Did I hear one of you, or do we possibly have an intruder on our hands? Check your gear quick, in case you are missing anything. I just checked mine." I look out the window at the moon to possibly get an idea. {Survival check?}
     "I think it would be best to do a walk about to check if there were intruders, and check on our companions."

     I add a question after we talk, like an after thought. "Oh, and have either of you had trouble sleeping?"

Too nervous to sleep, I begin donning my studded leather armor, gauntlets, boots, and helm. I do this while we talk. Aggitated, I look to move toward full combat readyness as directly as possible. Maybe, it is nothing, but maybe it is time for battle.

***

The Moon is not out tonight, but you could tell the night was advanced. Dawn was not far away.

Herr Johannes stood clad in his armor, thoroughly tightening each strap. After a few minutes, he now looked ready for battle. The tips of buildings could be seen through the windows, peaking over the Estate walls. The City of Herrod was still asleep, but it seemed distant; Larlben Manor felt like it's own little world.]
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Private Content

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus Larlben: To Marcus' surprise, Lady Jacqueline suddenly ran out from the Gardens, still wearing her night gown! Together they stood before the Estate's main gate. Larlben Guards stood in attendance.]
[Private to Taisiya Northwood:
Suddenly, the thudding of footsteps could be heard from within the hall! Within seconds, they passed by the door and faded. Some people were in a serious hurry to get somewhere...]
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Crickets chirp aimlessly.

[Private to Marcus Larlben: "Marcus!" Jacqueline shoves a fist into his shoulder, not really punching him, but making it clear she wasn't please with his disappearance; but then, she wasn't displeased to see him again. She sharply hisses, "I thought you were supposed to be confined to your room, silly." She blinks and hugs her elbows, feeling a little chilled and trying sheepishly to hide the scratches she endured on her arms. "I thought.." she whispered softly, "that you were-- ...your dad." Clearly that was a sheepish lie. I thought you were dead... She glares at his feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "What happened?"]

In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 167):

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Marcus balks, confusion evident on his face. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"

***

Marcus and Jacqueline stood upon cobbled stone leading to Larlben Manor. The building towered over the gardens, which glowed beneath the starlight. Several Guards returned to their posts near the main gate while one - the runner - stayed in attendance. Flowers of the gardens looked melancholy in the night, drained of their color without the sun's warmth. Their petals had closed, awaiting a sign to be re-opened, when it was safe. The Estate seemed to watch Marcus and Jacqueline as they conversed in the night.]
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The gentle breeze carries an uncanny chill...

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Lady Jacqueline's eyes narrowed a little. "I could ask you the very same, Marcus," she states a little coldly. She rubs her sleeves which were brimmed with light scarlet edges along each tear. "I just fell, on my way here. I'll be okay." She softens her eyes and suddenly embraces her brother, overwhelmed with relief settling in. "I already lost family once," she whimpers in his ear. "I would hate to lose them while I still have them now." A gentle squeeze held him a little closer. "Please don't scare me like that again." After a little pause, she steps back and looks up to study his face for any bruising or harm. "Could you tell me what happened, here?" Jacqueline whispers, "Or do we need to go somewhere else?"]

The wind is brisk.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Marcus returns the embrace, internally berating himself for causing her to worry. "I'm sorry. It was rash, but I couldn't let it go." He releases her, looking to the manor. "I'll tell you what happened later, but for now I'm afraid we might have visitors. I think they might be after my father." He steps past her, morning for her to follow. "Let's stick together, come on."

***

Marcus grabbed Lady Jacqueline's hand and ran toward the Manor; Jacqueline's night gown fluttered behind her.  Their footsteps echoed on the cobbled stone as they hastened up the entrance stairs, to where two Guards were stationed. Standing just inside the front entrance, torchlight reflected off the elegant decorations of the main hall. One spoke, holding a polearm at his side, "Sir, the Guards have finished searching the kitchens, but we didn't find anything. A servant reported being attacked there roughly an hour ago; he's currently with them receiving medical treatment." As Marcus listened, another group of Guards approached from outside, just reaching the doorway. They were led by Frord, the Head Guard, "Master Marcus, you've returned! I just finished a perimeter check – the area and entrances are secure. No one has left the building since your departure. I was just about to check the search party now."

Jacqueline glanced upward at Marcus, astounded that all this had been going on. Sudden anxiety entered her chest, for she had left Taisiya all alone. At least Herr Johannes and the others were just across the hall – she hoped. The front doors were propped open, the Main Gate visible a short distance away. The two now stood in the Main Hall – the kitchens were further down the first floor, near the Servant's Quarters. Children of Corelia, they faced their obstacles together.]

[Private to Marcus Larlben: As Marcus led Jacqueline toward the Estate, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt near her – for what he had done, or rather said...]
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P.M.

[Private to Marcus Larlben: Jacqueline nods and follows after him, readying her dagger again.] [Private to DM Ryan: Tears brimmed her eyes and distracted her watching out, but she kept her ears open.

{10:34, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
10:34, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 7 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.}

***

Jacqueline could only hear the sound of Guards, speaking to each other near the front entrance as well as the echoes of some conversation from the main gate; other than the wind and distant ocean, there was nothing else to hear. {Listen Check - Success}]
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Private Content [Private to Adwonus Swillman; Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes: "I haven't been up making noise. what's going on?" Dwalin also gets up and puts on his armor and grabs his weapon.

***

As Dwalin finished donning his armor, a sudden thudding of footsteps could be heard from the hall! Within seconds, they passed by the door and faded. Some people were in a serious hurry to get somewhere...]
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P.M.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Marcus nods, then makes for his father's room. "Good, make sure to move in groups. We're going to check on my father and our mother. They may have been the target to begin with." He leads Jacqueline in the direction of his parent's quarters, feet carrying him quickly as his mind began to fill with possibilities. They had to make haste, he was certain.

He still felt a nagging guilt in the back of his mind, a need to explain to his sister what had happened, but he ignored it for now and focused on searching for their intruder.

***

Jacqueline close behind, Marcus ran past the guards toward the stairs. His legs burned hastening up the steps, but never did he slow. Jacqueline breathed heavily as she followed. On the second floor, he continued to make his way toward the next set of stairs, located at the end of the hall. The third floor of Larlben Manor was a personal floor for the family, usually kept clear of visitors and daily traffic. Marcus and Jacqueline briskly passed by the Guest Quarters, where Jacqueline had been attempting to sleep not long ago. She held tight onto Marcus.

Reaching the stairway, they rushed up the next flight, growing tired from their exertion. They were close now - on the third floor - for their destination was merely at the end of the hall. Lavish rugs adorned the top floor halls, along with paintings on the walls; much of the artwork on this floor was cherished by the Larlben family, and not usually displayed for guests to see. But there was little time to appreciate it as Marcus and Jacqueline reached the room of their parents. Marcus froze in his tracks...

The door was slightly opened. Marcus had warned his father, and there should've been a guard posted in front tonight. There wasn't a guard...]
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In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 166):

[Private to Dwalin Grayhammer; Herr Johannes: Adwonus responds to Herr's question, groggy but clear."I' Haven't slept well here. Quite the dreams. I've been stirring from 'em, I know that much. Maybe I woke you... Only thing I heard was you digging in your bag." he looks to Dwalin ,"What about you Dwarf? You hear something?"
As he waits for the dwarf's response, he begins checking his things as well.]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Save for a 'missing' hunting knife, everything was present.]
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Footsteps in the dark

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer:
This occurred right after the men woke up:

     While I woke up the men, and dressed in my armour I spoke to them, Dwalin also began to don his armour as we conversed. I got dressed in a focused manner, but not hasty.

     I whisper to the group, adrenaline momentarily pausing its increase. "I think we have intruders or some sort of foul play at work right now, I KNOW I heard someone walk through our room, I do not know how long ago it was for I was taken with sleep again. Since there were a dream between whence I fell asleep and when I heard the soft footsteps through our room I do not know how long ago it was.
      I heard soft foot steps of someone walk through our room and the door close softly after them. This suggests someone was -intentionally- sneaking though our room! If it was not 1 of you then who was it?! Was it you Adwonus? You did not say yet, Dwalin just said it was not him.

     Were either of you missing anything from your gear? ***
     I am going to get my armour on while we talk, I want to take no chances, I am going to do a walk about and check on the women. Would you both like to come with? Do we have a key, that we could lock the room? Do you think I ought to light this torch?"

after Adwonus' response.
     "Even though, you slept restlessly, did you get up at all, to clear your head? Or use the bathroom? If not then this could mean something serious is afoot.

     Wait, I just remembered, now that I am more awake. It was not just one set of footsteps I heard, it was more than one. That means unless either of you were up with someone, it could not have been you. It was multiple people.

     Who would have come into our room!? We must find out! Let us waste no time!" I exclaim.

...

We Converse
Response to Dwalins Post (#173) occurs (footsteps of running people.)

...

     Adrenaline once again begins its increase, but this time, it does not creep slowly, it sprints. I am filled with a rush of energy, awareness, strength and acuteness in my senses as my sympathetic nervous system takes over.
     "There! You See! What was that!? Did you hear that?!" I rush to the door with my shield slung and the torch supplies in hand. I open the door partially, but quickly to see if I can get a glimpse of who that was and I listen for their steps still.

18:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Listen Check MQ.
18:07, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 6 using 1d20+1. Spot Check MQ.

***

Adwonus climbed out of bed and surveyed his modest possessions; everything was accounted for, untouched. At the sudden onset of footsteps, Herr Johannes bolted toward the door. He could hear them well - a couple people by the sound of it - apparently moving at a run. Creaking open the door, he peaked through only to see their heels disappear past a turn in the hall. Darkness filled the hallway, and the passerby apparently held no torch or light.

At least for the moment, the area returned to a state of stillness. However, with the door open, Johannes caught another sound - that of speaking from downstairs. He couldn't make out whom or what from this distance. Nightfall cloaked the Manor.

I duck back in the room breifly, whispering rapidly while I breath heavily from the adrenaline. "I just saw 2 people disappear around the corner! But I heard a sound from the floor below too! What should we do!?! I think we need to stay in contact and thus relatively close."

I look across the hall to see if the women's quarters are open (if their door hangs open).

19:41, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Spot Check of the women's quarters; MQ.

{Ryan: how well can we see in this dark? Can we see in the hallway? Is it lit by moon light, like stalker at night? or is it pitch black? ... a torch will reveal our position, as well as give light, but it will affect the adjustment of our eyes to the dark, hindering our long range vision.}

***

Starlight through the windows cast a faint glow through the halls. Although a human's eye is limited, one could still see a short distance. The Ladies Quarters, being only across the hall, was well within sight of Johannes, peaking through his door. Their door was closed shut.

***

     "I am going to wake the women, I think there could be more than just one enemy we are dealing with!"

     I put my torch in my belt, for now, and store my flint and steel in my front right pouch. I draw my sword. I rush across the hall as quickly and quietly as I can, I knock quietly on the women's quarters before entering their room.

***

Herr Johannes opened the door to the Ladies Quarters. Their room was illuminated by starlight, cast through the silk curtains of their balcony; the curtains fluttered with a cool breeze from outside. Johannes saw Taisiya, nestled beneath the covers of her bed, fast asleep. Her white hair blended in with white pillows. Peering in a little further, Johannes eyed Jacqueline's bed and froze in his tracks... it was empty. The blankets thrown aside, the Lady Jacqueline was nowhere to be seen.

***

I rush to the window and look out of it, searching also for evidence of a rope or some other escape from the balcony. I listen to hear if I hear further movement outside. I look for tracks or other signs of disturbance below the balcony at the same time as well. If Lady Jacqueline is not in bed, but Taisiya is, then I would think, she left, as opposed to someone coming and taking her.

{21:10, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 20 {actually 19, +0} using 1d20+1. Search Check, balcony; MQ.
21:10, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, Balcony; MQ.
21:10, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 21 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, balcony; MQ.}

I then go to Taisiya's bedside and shake her shoulders gently to wake her, "Hush, Lady Jacqueline is gone, and we hear footsteps downstairs and upstairs, something is afoot. Someone snuck into the men's quarters across the hall, was it you?" {I ready an action to cover her mouth if she goes to scream, and tell her, "It is me, Herr Johannes, do not worry, but please stay quiet, our lives may depend on it."}
]
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Private Content [Private to Herr Johannes; Taisiya Northwood: Aroused from sleep, Taisiya felt strong hands shaking her. Groggy and confused, she opened her eyes; Herr Johannes stood over her. "Hush, Lady Jacqueline is gone, and we hear footsteps downstairs and upstairs, something is afoot. Someone snuck into the men's quarters across the hall, was it you?" On the verge of shouting in alarm to the abrupt awakening, Johannes said "It is me, Herr Johannes, do not worry, but please stay quiet, our lives may depend on it." The fog of sleep slowly subsided as Taisiya came to her senses, trying to register everything Johannes was saying.

Herr Johannes stepped away and headed over to the balcony. He was greeted by a view of the front lawn, with the Estate's main gate in the distance. Gardens glowed beneath the night sky, and a cool breeze wafted over Johannes. Gazing over the property, he saw figures near the main gate - most likely Larlben Guards; they called to each other, the mumbled echoes barely reaching his ears. Johannes locked around, but he didn't find any signs of a rope. However, there was one thing out of place - the hedge directly beneath the balcony was badly damaged, broken sticks laid on the grass nearby.]

This is not a drill

[Private to DM Ryan; Taisiya Northwood:

My appearance, fully armed and clad in armour, surely served to affirm to Taisiya that I was not making a joke.

"Get up and get prepared to fight, then come with me across the hall so we are in a group, grab your valuables if it is easy and bring them to our room." I whisper to her. I look briefly to see if I see any of Lady Jacqueline's effects.

22:51, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, Lady Jacqueline's Effects; MQ.

I move to the door and look across the hall to see if the other men are watching for me, I look up and down the hall and listen.

{22:52, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 16 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, hallway; MQ.
22:52, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 20 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, hallway; MQ.}

"Make it fast! We need to go NOW!" I whisper intensely toward Taisiya.

If I do not hear or see anything else, I move swiftly and silently over to our room, {I don't need a move silently/hide check too do I?} and inform my party member of what I saw at the balcony and the lack of Lady Jacqueline in her quarters, but that I just woke Taisiya. {Ryan: I would have fleshed this out, but I need to go... hope that is alright}

***

Herr Johannes looked and found Lady Jacqueline's items still here; her bow and armor also laid next to her possessions, piled where she'd left them. A moment later, Johannes poked his head in the hall. Like before, he heard the distant echo of voices from downstairs, but that was all. Although Adwonus and Dwalin were still in the Men's Quarters, they hadn't watched Johannes depart, absorbed in their own affairs. After an intense whisper to Taisiya, Johannes left the room, returning to his own...]

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; Dwalin Grayhammer: Herr Johannes returned to the room and quickly relayed some information, "Lady Jacqueline is gone, but Taisiya is still there - I've woken her up. They have a balcony in their room; the hedges beneath the ledge look damaged, though I'm not yet certain what that means. We need to group up!" Johannes held his sword close, ready for anything.

***

While we pause I continue speaking to Dwalin and Adwonus, further updating them on my discoveries.
"I also noticed Lady Jacqueline's things were still in her room, including her bow and armor. I heard voices echo from downstairs again as well. Do you think we should look for the people who ran by? Or see who is down stairs?

I have heard 2 pairs of people. The one pair that ran past, and another pair talking downstairs. That means unless we are hearing servants of Larlben, which I do not think we are, we have at least 2 intruders on our hands. If you are not already dressed in your armour, put it on, we need to be at full combat readiness as soon as possible. I am going to go check on Taisiya and grab Lady Jacqueline's bow and arrows, and escort her across the hall back to us. Then I think we should go downstairs and sneak up on and find out who that is talking downstairs. We will need to make sure we cover our flank lest the pair upstairs sneak up on us. Also, if possible we need to lock our room or otherwise keep our stuff safe, if possible."

After giving information and instructions to Adwonus and Dwalin I once again peak out of the door, look up and down the hall and listen for aproaching people or any other sounds.

Rolls:
{17:33, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 7 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, hallway; MQ.
17:32, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 18 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, hallway; MQ.
}

If it seems unthreatening as before, I sneak across the hallway and check on Taisiya. I look at Lady Jacqueline's things and grab her bow and her arrows.
     "Are you ready yet Taisiya?! Let us go! Quickly!"]

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Herr Johannes re-entered the room, after deeming the hallway the same as before. "Are you ready yet Taisiya?! Let us go! Quickly!" said Johannes. The paladin walked near Lady Jacqueline's bed and picked up her bow and armor, slinging them on his back. He looked especially ferocious (Taisiya might've said silly), his body covered with armor and weapons, but no one could say he wasn't prepared. Crickets chirped in the night; dawn was not far away.

Sleepily, Taisiya pulled herself out of bed and picked up her sword {GO.1}; she didn't look very tough in the beige night gown, but it'd suffice. Her eyes half-open, Taisiya was still deciding whether she was in a dream or not, moving about on muscle memory.]
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P.M.

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Marcus readies his sword and throws open the door, dreading what he might find inside.

***

Closed curtains blocked any light from outside, though Marcus knew dim bands of blue were growing on the eastern horizon. It was far too dark to see, and the room was silent...

With a glance at Jaqueline, Marcus enters the room and moves to the curtains, intending to let any amount of light in. He takes care to listen for any noises out of the ordinary as he crosses the room.

***

Marcus stepped carefully across the room, as if making the slightest sound would desecrate the silence. Mindful of every footstep, his eyes darted feverishly through the dark; hairs stood on end. Pulling the curtains aside, soft bands of light flooded through, illuminating the bedroom with a faint glow. Two figures laid nestled beneath the covers. It started to move.

There was a feminine groan, "Honey?" as Marcus' mother awoke. Groggily, she propped herself up and squinted toward the window, her vision not fully returned. "Marcus? What are you doing here so early?" said Riene. Auburn hair fell across her face; she pushed it aside. Lady Jacqueline entered as well, standing in her white night gown. "Oh, morning dear," added Riene. Gently, she tugged her husband's shoulder, "Honey, the kids are here." Celus didn't move. "Honey? Are you still asleep? ...Celus? ...C-Celus?" Riene threw off the covers. Marcus' gaze had already drifted to the carpet beneath the bed's edge; his mind froze at the dark crimson stain...]
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Shrieking filled the Manor, piercing through the walls. From the third and top floor echoed a blood-curling scream that cleared every thought from the mind and replaced it with primal fear. Blackness of the night disappeared, and rays of red gleamed through the windows. Dawn was coming.

We Move

[Private to Adwonus Swillman; DM Ryan; Dwalin Grayhammer; Taisiya Northwood:

{17:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, of Scream; MQ.}

"New plan, We move upstairs, NOW! FOLLOW ME!" I grab 2 pillows on my way out, I move to the Men's quarters and open the door (if it is still closed), "ALRIGHT MEN, New plan, we make for that scream, DO ANY OF YOU KNOW HOW TO GET UPSTAIRS?" Not waiting for their reply, I command them, "FOLLOW ME! WE MOVE!" After we exit the rooms, I close the door and set a pillow upright in front of each door, I then move rapidly toward the heels I saw run past with weapons at the ready. 'Hopefully it will show us the way upstairs' I think to myself. "Watch out for people from downstairs who may try to flank us!" {They follow me now}.

{17:40, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot Check, just before moving upstairs; MQ.
17:39, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Listen Check, just before moving upstairs; MQ.}
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Taisiya, Dwalin, Adwonus – they followed Herr Johannes from their rooms. Johannes burst into the hall, weapon held high, barking orders. The sound of many boots echoed from the first floor, marching closer; torchlight flickered on the wall as they began ascending the staircase. Johannes had no intention of meeting them, "FOLLOW ME! WE MOVE!" he shouted. Together, the party ran in the opposite direction, where the chilling howl was loudest. Turning the corner a short distance down, they found another stairway, leading to the floor above. They wasted no time.

Legs burned, hastily climbing the flight of stairs, until they spilled onto the top floor of Larlben Manor. Lavish rugs adorned the third floor halls, along with paintings on the walls; much of the artwork on this floor was cherished by the Larlben family, and not usually displayed for guests to see. But there was little time to appreciate it as Johannes, Taisiya, Dwalin, and Adwonus ran toward the end of the hall.

Standing in an open door was a woman, facing away from the party as they approached. Auburn hair fell messily down the back of her white night gown. "Excuse me, Riene Larlben?" said Johannes, thinking it to be her. She barely turned, hardly aware of her surroundings. Suddenly, Johannes realized it was Lady Jacqueline! "Jacqueline! Are you all right? What's going on?" He immediately noticed why he hadn't recognized her at first; her skin was ghostly white. She spoke at a whisper, as if in a dream, "Why?" Why..."

I look around to see what is going on! I look for enemies around us. I look At Lady Jacqueline to see what is wrong, I look for blood and wounds, I look for wounded or dead people around us that she would be shrieking at. I look in the room she is looking in. "Jacqueline, tell me what is wrong." I say as softly as I can in the molment. {We arrived upstairs and you said we were with everyone now, but it is sort of a cliff hanger... where is Marcus if we are all together, and what is going on in our vicinity} "Watch those following us! Prepare to meet them!"

{18:46, Today: Secret Roll: Herr Johannes rolled 5 using 1d20+2. Heal check, Lady Jacqueline, for condition; MQ.}

Scratches covered Lady Jacqueline's arms, but they didn't cause her pain. Herr Johannes carefully walked past her into the room, yearning to understand what's going on – it all became clear. Orange and red bands of sunlight gleamed through large windows, illuminating the master bedroom. Marcus stood in front of the window, his shadow cast over the length of the floor; he hardly looked different from Jacqueline, ragged and spectral.

Sobbing relentlessly on the ground was their mother, Riene Larlben; sprawled against the side of the bed, she buried her face into overhanging blankets. Laying on top was Celus Larlben – his throat slit. Stains of crimson red formed on the carpet beneath the bed, having dripped off the side. Eyes frozen open, the face peacefully stared upward at the ceiling. His body was untouched save for a deep cut across the neck. Marcus, Jacqueline, Johannes, Riene - these were the only people in the room, a grim realization setting in. Celus Larlben was dead.
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"GAAAAA!" I shout in an effort to keep obscenities from leaving my mouth. "TURN TO MEET THE MEN COMING UP THE STAIRS, BUT BE AWARE THAT THEY MAY BE LARLBEN'S MEN, CHECK YOUR TARGETS BEFORE ENGAGING."

"Marcus, what happened here? I need you to tell me what happened here, focus. Did you see who did this?"
"Whoever has the best heal skill here, check Larlben, NOW! I think that would be you Adwonus."
I speak to myself with cold fury. "Whoever did this, we will deliver death to them."
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Lady Jacqueline stands very still, unable to process nor get by what her eyes beheld. Why would this happen? [Private to DM Ryan: "Alldyde..." She murmurs darkly, closing down her emotions on her face.] She glances between Marcus and Larlben Sr, not knowing what to do to heal him.
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In reply to Herr Johannes (msg # 185):

Trapper stares at the corpse, he is clad in his leather armor, axes on his hips. A moment passes and the half-orc turns to the party. "Well he's dead. Throat cut, that's all I can tell you. Looks like it was quick..." Adwonus turns to face the party, "It looks, very recent." his eyes pass over the sobbing woman and he shakes his head, "I don't like this." The sound of men approaching fills his ears, and he draws his weapons.

Taisiya covered her mouth, aghast. "Who could have done this?" She asked before hearing the footsteps running up the stairs. She placed her hand on the hilt of her longsword, heeding Herr Johannes' warning as to the identity of those moving towards them.

Dawn broke over the horizon, and sunlight flooded the household, illuminating the many halls. But the elaborate carvings and tapestries seemed melancholy, for tragedy had fallen. Stars had vanished from the sky, replaced with white clouds drifting lazily in the wind, and a party of adventurers stood in the master bedroom, overcome by change.

Footsteps reached the top floor, and Larlben Guards marched up to the bedroom. Seeing their slain master, they naturally reached for their weapons to launch an attack on the adventurers, presuming them guilty at a glance. Riene Larlben, abruptly standing, interrupted their readiness, "Stop! Put down your swords. No one else should die this night – unless it's the fiend who did this." Johannes let go of his hilt, muscles tensed for a fight, as did the others. Riene collected herself with impeccable grace, "My husband has died. Frord," she spoke to the Head Guard, "Call a coroner and make preparations. Marcus, please take everyone downstairs." Her voice was stiff, dutiful, yet hollow. Marcus hesitated, still overwhelmed, but proceeded as his mother instructed. Silently, he gathered his companions and descended to the dining hall...

In silence, the party ate. Servants moved slowly, restraining from speech themselves. Sonfred entered the chamber, "Forgive me Lords. I know it's soon, far too soon, but there are certain things that need attending." Although on the outside Sonfred acted the same, they could tell he suppressed a deep disturbance by the event. He spoke to Marcus directly, who continued eating in a daze, "Master Marcus... With your father gone, I'm afraid his campaign for Lordship is gone as well. The merchant guilds will abandon their financing, and his supporters will fall away – Master Celus was the centerpiece for all of it. It's over." Choking on the last sentence he continued, "Sir, you are now master of the Estate, and inheritor of your family's holdings. Most of your wealth is locked in investments and assets, but you have immediate access to the Larlben vault, a sum of 4865 gold." Ceasing their breakfast, the party glanced upward. "I expect you could carry around 250 coins on your person, but if you require any larger expenditure, I can always arrange it for you."

Marcus paused a moment. This news brought him no joy, but it did bring back his voice, "Thank you, Sonfred. You may go." Seeing the burden on young Marcus, a barely visible frown breached his countenance. "Yes sir," he replied regardless. After Sonfred left, Riene entered the hall, wearing a simple dress; she approached Marcus and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't look up. Riene Corelia looked different than she once did, her expression impassive, stoic, as though this final tragedy had drained the remainder of her grief forever. Dwalin watched this from across the table; perhaps he was out of line, but he spoke, "Doesn't your loss trouble you Madame Riene?" She replied, "I've encountered much hardship in my life. I didn't think it was something you got used to, but maybe it is. The pain doesn't last as long anymore. Don't think me cold – I loved my husband dearly – but I guess my heart was prepared for it. I never could convince him from his ambitions, the Lordship... and I had long secretly feared his strivings would catch up to him." Ending there, Dwalin pressed the matter no further.

"Marcus," Riene kneeled to eye-level with his dining chair. Marcus straightened his posture and returned his mother's gaze. She continued, "My heart wants you to stay close to me, to be safe and shun the world – I couldn't bear losing one more of my family. Unfortunately, my years tell me a deep truth: people who want to hurt you never go away, and if you hide, they somehow find you. It seems to be against everything I want for you, but I know it's the only thing we can truly do... Avenge your father. Protect your sister. End this... you two are the ones that matter, not I. And I want you to grow old, to be safe, and someday have peace. This is all I have to say..." Picking a chair near Jacqueline, she joined the table. Servants brought out raspberry danishes; those made everyone feel a little better.
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In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 189):

Trapper sits at the table picking at his food. He doesn't understand why they're eating right now. Why they are even still here. He stands speaking, "I've had my fill of this place, Llarbin needed wanted us to go find Delcor, and I say that we honor his wishes instead of eating his food. Any of you who still wish to join me, stand," he pauses, and looks to Jaquline and Marcus, "I understand if the two of you need to stay. Losing a parent isn't..." trapper's voice shifts, as he remembers something, "...easy." He surveys the table, no one seems happy, but why should it be any other way? Trapper keeps up his small speach, looking to the dwarf and the warrior and the white haired woman, "But you three have no reason to linger! I hate to admit it but I can't find this man on my own. I need your help."

Lady Jacqueline glares at the table, tapping her fingers irritably. He's too eager to leave... She kept glancing between Marcus and Adwonus. No amount of what she was seeing and reading was answering a question that clawed at her. Unsheathing her rapier, and now placing it, the bow, and its quiver on the table, she stood up slowly from her seat. "Mother, I know you don't like weapons at the table," she speaks cautiously. Then bravely proposes, "If you've nothing to hide, lay down your weapons. All of you. I want to see clean weapons." Coldly, she shakes her head at Adwonus' proposal. "My standing does not affirm me standing with you. Place your weapons on the table. I'll not be at rest until I see your weapons. Unsheathed."

[Private to DM Ryan: {07:18, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 8 using 1d20+5. Reflex Save.
07:17, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
07:17, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
07:16, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 16 using 1d20+8. Search Check.}]
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Marcus began to laugh, a hollow and cold laugh to himself. He felt broken, emotions he could not process unable to surface. The memories of his father, of every 'good morning', of every smile, was superimposed with the sight of his throat cut open, of his dead eyes. " That fool." He felt tears welling up, but he could do nothing more than laugh in the face of his shock.

"I warned him, and yet he didn't keep a guard. My father is a fool." He stood, dark blue eyes ringed in red from lack of sleep and distress leveled in turn at his collected guests. "I need answers. My father was murdered by an agent of Steyus. He wanted you to find someone for him, in hopes of advancing his goals." He paused, swallowing back his rage. "My father was right about this city, if not himself. It deserves the most fit for rule, not the most willing to claim it."

"I'm going to do what's right for my home, even if I have to tear it down myself." He looked around the room once more. "If you intended to work for my father, prove that you are trustworthy, and then you may join me in this, instead." He drew his blade and placed it on the table, hand still on the handle.

[Private to GM: Marcus considers the words of Alldyde. A half-orc partner that once worked with Pyrra. And something else he had mentioned that might have been a slip of the tongue... He watches Jacqueline ask to see weapons, watching Adwonus carefully.]
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{I was not finished with my actions last night! I had more to say, but the events advanced too far in one post, so I am posting them now...}

The events following occurred immediately after the horrific realization of what had happened to Larlben.

Before I wait to hear Adwonus assessment of Larlben's condition I rush to his side and pray out loud, "Lord heal this man! Let him not pass from this life so far before his time! In Jesus Name!" I reach out my hand and put it on his head and lift the other to heaven. [Private to GM: {I use lay on hands if possible}] I then check his condition after a moment.

{12:31, Today: Herr Johannes rolled 15 using 1d20+2. Heal check, Larlben Sr, for condition; MQ.
I then take a 20 to double check my result (22) and then to see how long ago this wound was made.}

After Mrs. Larlben speaks to what I perceive to be the captain of the guard, Frord, I speak up as well, "If you have not already, establish a perimeter around the estate in case the attacker has not escaped the premises yet! Be aware, they may be dressed as a guard, check all your men! See if any sets of gear are missing! WASTE NO TIME! AND WHERE ARE THE MEN WHO SHOULD BE GUARDING LARLBEN!? IF they are dead find their bodies and if not, FIND OUT WHERE THEY ARE AND WHY THEY ARE NOT HERE!" I shout all these words {the ones in CAPS especially so}, making an effort to not shout insults.

When I look at the guards and Frord I take note of what each is wearing.

***

Herr Johannes kneeled at Celus Larlben's side; placing his hands upon him, he prayed. But it would not work, for the man had already passed into shadow. Stains upon the carpet and the wound itself were not wet, but merely damp – this cut was made perhaps an hour or two past. Standing, Johannes  shouted toward the guards, but they remained immobile, responding only to a Larlben. Frord, the Head Guard, replied, "We had already established a perimeter earlier in the night. There was supposed to be a guard here. We'll be doing an investigation." All Larlben Guards wore hardened leather armor, mobile and efficient. There was little more to be gained from this room, and Johannes followed the others downstairs.

His elbow on the dining table, Johannes recollected these events from minutes before, mysteries playing at his mind.
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In reply to Marcus Larlben (msg # 192):
Trapper draws both of his axes, includong his tiny bootknife.
and places them on the table. The blades are worn but clean. He looks up at the party and waits for the rest to follow suite. He looks at the familiar wood handle of his war axe, worn and made smooth by sweat and use. The wrappings upon the grips are of dark red leather, and have been changed time and time again. Each occasional chip or indent along the edge carries a story. Although the steel is covered in scratches it still shines brightly, reflecting a deep sense of care. The hatchet beside it is not much to look at, it is simple and has what looks like the beginnings of a crack in the handle, while the bootknife looks as though it rarely sees the light of day, and appears it would do a better job as a dinner knife than a combat weapon.
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     I consider arguing that no one here is the assassin, but to eliminate possibilities and in consideration of the level of emotion present I decide it best to just go along with it.

      "Please do not question my loyalty, I have only respect for your father. I would never do something so dastardly as this. We are all distraught about this, let us not turn on one another." I draw my sword, dagger, and knife. I lay them on the table. "There, you see, free of blood."

     My sword is a crafted weapon, balanced just in front of the hilt. The pommel like a cloven hoof, or a crown, with a large peen at the end. The hilt straight across with a Gothic square structure to it. The handle smooth wood wrapped with black leather cord for grip. It appears to be bright and polished, with a few blackened areas on the metal. Every metal part appears to be of cold steel. It seems to hold a certain beauty in its balanced simplicity and elegant form. The knife is a hunting knife I have had since I was a boy. A handle containing multiple kinds of wood with a small brass hilt, a silver looking pommel, and a razor sharp curved blade, an excellent knife for game, not so much for war. My dagger, plain, similar in design to my sword, in many ways its replica in dagger form. A wrapped handle and simple blade, about 1 foot in length, with a Gothic designed hilt and pommel.
     All free of blood.

     "I agree with Adwonus in much of this, and I would like to hear your findings Marcus, however, I think it best if we all take a short time to deal with what has just happened lest we do or say anything we regret. I need a moment. I need to pray." My face appears tired, my eyes show it has been a long night, emotionally draining. "If all is to your approval Miss Raynalde, if you will excuse me, I need to pray. Marcus, Mrs. Larlben." I re-sheath my sword, dagger, and knife. I feel in shock still. I nod at each as I begin to depart upstairs. A downcast emotionless state seems to be over me. [Private to GM: {I do not leave yet, that will be likely be in the next post...}]

 ***

     I pause a moment as I begin to walk away. I am frustrated by this situation, not the people around me, or the guards, but against this situation itself. A righteous indignation begins to rise in my soul from my spirit. A pray a short prayer to myself before speaking, "Lord give me the words..."
     "Before I take a short respite and we preferably take a recess I must speak. I am compelled.  I should have spoken earlier when I felt prompted, but now is better than not at all."
     I begin to speak loudly, with a spirit of boldness, nearly shouting, similar to a declaration before a battle. I nearly explode with passion poured forth with words.
     "THUS SAITH THE LORD, MY GOD, Jehovah, CELUS LARLBEN WILL LIVE AGAIN, HE WILL BREATH IN LIFE AS WE DO NOW, IN JESUS NAME! Marcus, you will have your father back, Reine, you will have your husband back, and Jacqueline, your father will not leave you an orphan! Jehovah has heard your cries and Jehovah, the covenant keeping God, will come to you! THE LORD JEHOVAH FIGHTS FOR YOU! KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL! HE FIGHTS FOR YOU!"
     At the mention of each persons name I look them right in the eye, speaking directly to their heart.
     "Death is my God's enemy, and death has no victory here! There will NO MORE be a spirit of pain on this household! From this day forward, the spirit of my God, the spirit of grace and peace reigns here. In Jesus Righteous Name!"
     I speak the words as they flow from my soul, but somehow they seem more than mere words, they seem to carry weight, like some sort of force, from a plane on which the material plane rests- its foundation, one may say. They hit each that hears like a wave from an ocean. I am nearly sobbing, but furiously passionate as one rallying troops. Emotion seems to gush out of me- somehow it seems to be more than emotion though. Tears begin to come to my face, nearly overwhelmed with the strength of this unseen force, or more accurately, personality. I turn to leave, filled with emotion, nearly weeping.
     The words seem to hit me as they do others, like I am almost more of a spectator than the speaker, like they were spoken for my benefit as well...
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Dwalin slowly sets his ax on the table along with his dagger from his belt. He looks at the other party members and listens to herr's speech although he says nothing.

Jacqueline's shoulders tremble, and her eyes burn as tears sear their way down her cheeks. Her fists clenched her weapons, and upon hearing Johannes prophetic outcry, she isn't able to take it in anymore. She sits back down and rests her elbows on her knees, her face stooping past her shoulders to cry. Where once she had family and a home that she was welcome to, it now was all at a loss. She wept quietly, feeling utterly alone once again in the midst of all these people.

As Herr Johannes begins to conclude, she peers up at him, tears staining her cheeks. She clumsily tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, sniffing to regain composure. "Beautifully put, Herr Johannes..." she murmurs, taking in small and shallow breaths to calm herself.

[Private to DM Ryan: {23:52, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 21 using 1d20+8. Search Check.
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 26 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
23:51, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 7 using 1d20+5. Reflex Save.}]

Weapons were set upon the table, pushing aside plates and goblets; Dwalin's axe gave a slight ring as it nicked a silver-trimmed bowl. Lady Jacqueline's gaze was stern, intense – she needed to know. Most of the party stood from their chairs, viewing the menagerie of arms laid before them. Slowly, Jacqueline walked around the edge of the table, studying each blade: Marcus' sword and a silver dagger, clean; Taisiya's longsword, clean; Dwalin's waraxe and dagger, clean; Herr Johannes' assortment of blades, clean; Adwonus' axes and bootknife, clean. Lastly, Jacqueline set her own on the table, in affirmation of her innocence – clean. Seemingly, no weapons here were stained with guilt. Not speaking a word, she resumed sitting in her dining chair. The party re-sheathed their manifold weapons, feeling the intensity between each other. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: As Jacqueline walked around the table, her fingers dexterously explored Adwonus' gear. Suddenly, they brushed across a sheath, discretely tucked beneath his hide armor; it was sized for dagger, or perhaps a hunting knife – it was empty.]

Herr Johannes asked for leave to pray, and he proceeded to depart. However, he paused at the door, overcome by the urge to speak. Delivering a moving speech, tears were visible on Jacqueline's cheek. The words resonated with her hopes, wishes – there was power there. But his oration did not arouse the passions of Riene, who had long understood the difference between condolences and action. As Johannes finished, Frord, the Head Guard, passed by through the door and directed an announcement toward Madame Riene, "Ma'am, we have an initial report to deliver." Riene Larlben left her seat, solemnly speaking, "Marcus, Jacqueline – come hear this with me." Hastily they joined her and stepped into a separate side-hall, leaving view. Johannes waited in the doorway to the main hall, still vibrating with the energy of his prophetic outburst, only slightly bothered by their privacy. [Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde; Marcus Larlben: Walking just beyond ear-shot, Frord stood at attention, and said, "Apparently, there was a guard posted at a the master bedroom entrance last night, the result of a message sent by Master Marcus. I interviewed the guard – he said all was quiet until a servant approached him in the dead of night, calling for help. The servant, who had severe bruising along his neck and a cut above the eyebrow, claimed he'd been attacked in the kitchens. Thinking the claim true, he followed the servant downstairs, meeting up was the search party. According to him, that injured servant was present with them for the remainder of the night, until Madame Riene's cries summoned the Guards upstairs. This is what we know." Marcus spoke, "And what of the servant? The one who called the guard away – where is he?" Frord replied, "We've been unable to located him since then Sir." Riene cast her gaze downward, "Celus dared inviting adventurers into our home... for me." She smiled through tearful eyes and brought her hand to Jacqueline's cheek, tenderly brushing it, "So I could see my daughter, and know she was alive." Her smile left, "And he payed for his risk dearly. I want all those people in the dining hall gone this instant. I don't know who did it, but I don't trust them. I want them out." She continued, "You two may discuss – I'd rather you have nothing to do with them – but, well, I don't know." At that, she turned and exited the side-hall.]

After a minute, Riene Larlben returned. She spoke, her voice aristocratic and prompt, "Because my husband has passed away, you have no further business here. When you are finished eating, you may pack your things and leave." Johannes interjected, "Forgive me my lady, but we can help you. Let us-" "My guards will help me," she interrupted, her tone with some menace, "I appreciate your words Sir Knight, but the fact of the matter is, I don't actually know you, and I can't trust you either. You've been here a day, and now my husband is dead – I want you all gone." Calming herself, she continued, "I expect my children won't listen to me and will accompany you regardless, I trust they know what they're doing. But if anything happens to them, I will come down on whomever's responsible." There was a clear threat in her speech, driven by a mother's love. "Now," she lightly coughed, "Good morning to you." At that, Madame Riene walked past Johannes and left.

While she departed, Marcus and Jacqueline re-entered, the entire party collected in the room. Unlike yesterday, the house was now swarmed with Larlben Guards, their footsteps echoing through the halls as they patrolled. Sunlight shone through the dining hall window. Dwalin broke the momentary silence that followed, "I'd hate to piss her off."

"Why no, I didn't steal your pouch! Nor that time... Nor that other time... Nor a few minutes ago!"
~ Quote by Captain Skriff

[Private to Taisiya Northwood: Several days passed, and Taisiya had become well-acquainted with the ship. Faces of the crew became familiar, as well as the layout. Unaylen had waken up and spoke with Taisiya a bit, but it was difficult for her. Injury had hampered Unaylen's breathing, so the mere act of speech became tiresome. Although the doctor on board insisted she'll be fine after a while, most of the time she spent sleeping. The ship stayed anchored in the Herrod Docks, practically a permanent building like those across the pier. Numerous men and women came on board and left – some were unsavory characters while others much cleaner, more intelligent. There was a definite hierarchy to everything, for some people served as muscles while others planned and managed, in a surprisingly self-contained system. However, Taisiya had grown antsy, bored with sitting in place while the grandeur of the city loomed constantly.

It was late afternoon when familiar faces entered the ship, stepping off the ramp: two men and a dwarf, Unaylen's companions from earlier. One man waved at Taisiya, "Hey!" She approached them, "Hey, visiting Unaylen?" "Yea," said the dwarf. "By the way," he continued, "My name's Felir. Guess we never got around to mentioning that," he smirked. Taisiya replied, "Good to know! Anyway, she's in here." Taisiya led them to the cabin-room where Unaylen laid in the cot, roused from sleep by the entry. "Oh hey," she said, having regained some strength in the past few days. "How's it going girl?" responded Felir, coming close to her bedside. "Been better," Unaylen chuckled weakly. "Just wanted to let you know you're getting retribution tonight," Felir said with a grim face. Unaylen also lost her smile, understanding the subtle implication of that, "Boss's orders?" "Boss's orders," he responded flatly, "It's all planned out. Happening tonight." Unaylen only had one thing to say, "Be careful." The others nodded, and Felir patted her on the arm before they all departed without another word – they weren't the type for goodbyes or heartfelt talk.

Taisiya followed Felir and the two men out, asking, "What was that about? What are you going to do?" Felir glanced upward, his dwarven height only reaching Taisiya's chest, and responded, "We're doing business." An idea occurring, he looked at the others, who gave him silent responses in return – having worked together so long, much communication could go unspoken. "In fact, without Unaylen, we're down a hand for this quest. Do you want to help?" "Doing what?" said Taisiya warily. One man responded for Felir, "Someone's gotta die..." After Taisiya didn't immediately respond, he continued, "Don't worry – you won't do nuntin, ain't a big job for ye." Taisiya felt a wave of nervousness; although she'd known that'd be the answer, she didn't expect it to be said so bluntly. A debate flashed in her mind: it was one thing to defend herself when they were attacked, but to actually seek and kill someone? However, her thoughts traced their way back to Unaylen, who's pain Taisiya had to listen to for the past three nights; such mental questions subsided. Taisiya also wanted off this ship, atleast for an evening. At last, she responded, but not without a measure of hesitation, "Okay, I'll help."]

[Private to Herr Johannes: Vision was blurry as Herr Johannes opened his eyes. Muffled sounds slowly formed words as his mind came together, "Johannes? Brother? Are you alright?" Wendelin crouched next to Johannes, who laid on his back. "Thank goodness he's not too hurt," spoke another voice in the room, his mother's. Although his body ached dearly, he sat up, speaking, "Ugh. Where are we?" Wendelin replied, "We're locked in one of the castle rooms; they're going to move us soon..." Johannes' vision was coming into focus, "And where's father?" Wendelin didn't speak but simply pointed across the room; Johannes was atlast able to see his father, sitting upon a bench. His eyes were cast downward, the regal charm of his face gone – a look of a king who'd lost his kingdom.

"Father, are you unharmed?" said Johannes from across the room. King Hrodebert imperceptibly nodded, but he couldn't summon any speech, lost in the lethergy of thought. They were imprisoned in an old council chamber, windowless and bleak. Johannes was relieved to see his entire family present: the two youngest siblings were cradled under the arms of his mother, the Queen; Wendelin was helping Johannes with his wounds; and the King sat despondently upon a bench, disheartened by recent events. Suddenly, keys unlocked the lone wooden doorway and opened - Sir Rysan, with several guards, stepped through. Johannes reflexively moved to draw his sword, only to remember his sword had been destroyed and his other weapons taken. The motion forced Johannes to cough, for his lungs felt damaged – even if his sword were present, he was in no shape to fight Rysan. King Hrodebert stood almost violently from the bench, glaring at Rysan with a fury. Rysan simply smiled. Glancing back at the guards, he said, "Leave us." They departed, leaving Rysan alone with the royal family...

Kind Hrodebert shook with rage, "You, YOU, SNAKE! Vile fiend! How dare you usurp my kingdom! How-" "Silence old fool," thundered Rysan. As Rysan casually walked around the room, King Hrodebert ceased speaking, for the usurper was walking not far from the children. From his back, Johannes glared at Rysan who passed over him with a smug look of satisfaction. Finally, King Hrodebert said, "Why...why are you doing this?" The Queen added, "We showed you kindness; why would you betray us?" Rysan glanced toward the Queen, as though she'd spoken something foul, "Why don't you ask your damned husband." King Hrodebert spoke, "I don't know what you're talking about; we've never done harm to you!" "Oh really?" said Rysan as he walked near, "Tell me foolish King, do you know the name, Fasahla." Johannes looked curiously at his father, who surprisingly turned white, as though he'd seen a ghost. The Queen looked confused, "Husband, who's that? Do you recognize the name?" "Of course he does," darkly muttered Rysan, "How could he not." "Who's Fasahla?" said Wendelin. Rysan spoke, his voice tinged with hatred, "Fasahla is my MOTHER."]
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[Private to Marcus Larlben: "Brother," Jacqueline whispers a moment, tugging on his sleeve before going into the room. "I... saw an empty sheath that did not match the number in weapons on the table on someone's person." She locks eye contact with him and adds with a serious tone, "Adwonus is missing a dagger or hunting knife. It was neither on the table nor in its sheath." Either he is innocent and is about to be framed... or..]

Lady Jacqueline smirks half-heartedly, and nods slowly in response to her mother's comment about her and Marcus. Her eyebrows were raised and impressed that she at least was still discovering where she got her bouts of stiff anger from. "Mother," she retorted, calling after her. Upon her leaving the room, Lady Jacqueline sighs and shoots a darting look over at the table. Did her eyes ever feel tired; they glance around at each member, emphasis on Adwonus for a few moments. "I'm going after her. I do not trust the guards any more than I can throw them. Marcus, stay here."

[Private to DM Ryan: {08:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Reflex Save.
08:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 25 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
08:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 10 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
08:49, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Search Check.} ]
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"What are we to do now?" Taisiya asked the rest of her group, looking around at them as Lady Jacqueline departed to follow her mother. "Other than wait, that is."

     Lady Reine's words feel like a slap in the face after what I just said. After speaking so boldly, I feel my words were rescinded and cast a rebuke toward the hope by implication. They imply that we killed him, how evil does she take us to be?! It is a necessary precaution considering the circumstance though.
     Her words set me to ponder for a moment a morsel of wisdom. 'It hurts after offering the Words of God, and seeing His Love through me spurned. It hurts to see hope rejected and help refused, but she has been through too much. I make an effort to look away, and not react to the sudden distrust. I understand that events so painful they cannot be imagined make people act in all sorts of insecure ways. It still hurts, but I will not let that stop me. I will give her the understanding she needs, though this was hard on me, it was immeasurably harder on her. That is after all why we do not try to walk the road of life alone though, isn't it? It is a difficult road, and to walk it alone, assumes strength that no one has in himself.  When one's life is turned upside-down, I pray they have the community and friends around them to point them to their true hope. I do not want to walk this life alone, where would I be without God today?'
     All these words and actions, I am concerned are caused by emotion, how can people think straight after such an event. I was hoping to avoid this. I know after such a tragedy, most are not in their right mind. This is what I was trying to avoid, words and actions said that people may regret. There is forgiveness for them in the future too...

     I walk over to Marcus, and speak to him. [Private to Marcus Larlben: "There are some things I think I need to speak to you about after your mother has brought them to our attention. I think we all need a moment, so I will talk to you later after we have a short rest."]

     Just before I leave I hear Taisiya ask her question. I turn, pained to speak from the distrust, in being forced to leave. "Well, I guess now may be a good time to pack all your things in preparation to leave. Change and do anything else, one normally would do to get ready to leave, or after one would get up. I need a moment to pray, but I think it best for us all to make the necessary preparations to leave." I say with a distant look in my eyes.

     At this I turn and go upstairs to pray. I pull my Bible from my pack and read a familiar passage that I have gone to for comfort many times over in dark hours.



{the passage is in German, but that would be unreadable for most here so it is in KJV}

     After this I pray... {HC - I was praying alone}

     [Private to GM: I take a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and pour myself a small glass. I take a plate from the cupboard also and the matzo I bought from a {Jewish} vendor. I put myself in remembrance of the Lord's work at Calvary. I hold my sword with the hilt up before me as I pray. My personal  holy symbol of my Lord. A knight's personal holy symbol, his sword held as a crucifix. I finish the sacrament and pray.

     

quote:

"Lord, comfort this household in this great time of need, I know You do not leave them comfortless, You come to them, as Your Word says. You are there to help them when the feelings set in and the pain presses on their soul and mind and heart. Help Lady Jacqueline to hold to faith that you will answer them mightily, redeem this great loss, oh Lord. Help Reine to receive Your love, soften her heart to hope again. Comfort this son Lord, Marcus was never meant to deal with such things. Give him hope for the redemption that is coming, give him wisdom for the new duties he must oversee. Give us strength for all the tasks ahead. You command your angels concerning us lest we even dash our foot against a stone.  Forgive me for not being able to do more, ... You are right Lord, it is not for me to blame myself, You do not hold it against me, You will make all things new. Christ the redeemer is come, I declare it by faith that Your Will is done in my life and on this world. In Jesus name amen."

     I then pray in a heavenly tongue, mysteries which I do not know, distraught by this event, and unsure what to pray, I spend sometime allowing God to pray through me. I continue to do this while I pack these items up.
    I put the wine in my pack with the matzo safely wrapped back in the prayer shawl I acquired while on a pilgrimage. I put my Bible next to that. I draw the small bottle of olive oil from my pack next and put a drop on my finger before marking my forehead with the sign of the cross. I mark the door post before I go, seeking to consecrate the room.
     After which I put it into my pouch for later quick use. I then proceed to pack up all of my items not yet packed for travel. I wrap the leather armour to the top outside of my pack. *I double check that the cupboard does not have any other clothes I was meant to have. *I also check the bathroom for oils or soaps we were mean to take with us. I ought to take what Larlben offered as a matter of honor to his wishes.
     I then leave my room and walk upstairs, hoping to find a moment to speak to Larlben alone. I would hope that even though it is just his 'shell' if you will, perhaps he can hear me on the other side still. I make the sign of the cross on his 3 door posts (left, right, top) in order to consecrate this room also. As a sign of the good things to come that God will do and to dispel the evil memories that were had here. "I rebuke the spirit of pain, and murder and instead welcome the Holy Spirit, the spirit of peace, in Jesus name." I whisper to myself as I pray and shed a tear at the sight of what happened here. I cant help but be reminded of past pain in my own journey. I will do all I can to not let this family and Lady Jacqueline have to go though as similar wrenching pain. I will not let evil win, God will not let evil win and I am His instrument.
     I speak softly as I step into the room when I find a moment alone, after anointing the room without people around to notice. "Larlben... Celus... I am sorry I could not have been there for you. I am pained to see your family merely just rejoined, and to have this happen. God is not finished with you though, you are coming back, you will see them again. God wont give up, and nor will I... In the mean time I will do my best to keep your daughter safe, as an instrument of God, I see will see His good Will done." Tears come to my eyes and I turn to depart before I am overwhelmed. 'So many memories, so much pain, how can we deal with so much pain. Is the world only filled with pain.'
     Tears come to my face, wracked with sobs I make my way to a pillar off to the side while I am alone. As soon as I hear someone coming, I stand up and walk to my room, trying to hold back the tears.

     While taking a moment to recover I recall a dream where I made caps and fuses for my oil bottles. I realize it was only a dream and recreate the caps I saw in my dream, I use some twine I find in the bathroom in a cupboard under a wash pot. I find the goods I had requested before I slept neatly on my bed: about 12 scraps of leather and 2 feet of rope (or 1 foot rope and 1 foot cord). I take some time to fashion some fuses for each of the oil pints I have. I also tie my flint and steel together with a bit of the rope I that was provided for me. I then fashion leather coverings for each pint of oil, to cover the fuse. I tie the leather on so with a single pull I can remove the cap.]

I realize while upstairs that I never changed or did any normal activities after arising and I take care of those. I brush my teeth again. I check the armouire for any other tunics. I pick the most appropriate for adventuring and combat (likely the one I arrived in) {it was washed here at Larlben's?} I then pack the remaining tunics in my pack wrapping one around the book I received, before packing it safely in my pack as well. I then change into that tunic, taking all my armour, sword belt, equipment belt, and clothing belt off if necessary before re-equipping myself.
     I then return downstairs. When I find Marcus, I speak to him again.

     [Private to GM: After I recover and regain composure. I go to find Marcus downstairs. When I find him I ask him if I can take him aside for a moment to speak.  I look closely to see if his humour agrees with his words. Checking to see if he is ready to hear what I have to say. If he seems reasonably able to think straight I speak- I almost for sure speak to him thus. I ask him to take a short walk with me through one of the gardens at the closest exit, or anywhere he suggests.]
     [Private to Marcus Larlben: "Can I have a word with your Marcus, please walk with me through one of your peaceful gardens." I then speak seriously, but quietly trying to keep many from over hearing us speak. "Marcus, I think there is a way to handle this event that will cause minimum collateral damage to your father's efforts and interests. I think we would wish to proceed such a way in order to honor his memory and better see his goals furthered. We need to gain momentum and defeat those who made this happen. I am not in charge here, but I wanted to offer you what I see as wisdom.
     There is no need to let anyone know outside of those who already know what has happened. Only those who absolutely must know, we will tell. For all everyone knows, your father took an extended business trip of the utmost importance, and then when people ask why he is still gone would tell them he had a mishap which he needs much rest to recover from. (This is possibly more true in my mind anyways, because He is not gone forever, only in a different place.) He will return, in this life or the next. While he is gone he put you in charge.
     This would help to keep from having your father's investors abandon the effort toward overthrowing this filthy tyrant, do not let your father's enemies win! We need the support. Then if we can make a truce with Kelden we can get the momentum we need to prove to them that you can lead like your father, that they are in good hands. If you think this is wrong, fine. I understand, but I think there is no reason anyone ought to know what happened, unless you think you can trust the guard and that they would actually help. Tell the coroner he can say nothing about this. Do it for the people of Herrod, do it for your family, do it for your father. We can still win this. There is no reason that your Father's work has to come to naught. We will see the fruition of his efforts. I would not have you compromise your conscience. Consider what I have said, ask the others if you will. I think Dwalin would agree with me.
     I see no reason not to go through with our mission to make a truce with Kelden."

after a moment I ask on a more practical note: "Did your father provide you with a document or signet seal to verify the veracity of our claims to Kelden?"]

[Private to GM: note to self:
adjust inventory in necessary:
additional tunics?
oils?
soaps?]
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[Private to Herr Johannes: Herr Johannes felt rejuvenated by prayer, the serenity of mind and spirit which follows relinquishment to God. Dampness of olive oil lingered on his forehead as he made his way toward Larlben's room. Quietly, he approached and peered inside: the coroner's belongings were set in a corner, a stationary set and commonplace documents. Apparently the coroner had stepped out to use the bathroom a moment – Johannes took the opportunity and walked inside.

Celus Larlben's body laid on the bed, now neatly made under him. Wrappings around his neck hid the wound, and bloodstained sheets had been removed. Aside from the pallid white skin, Celus' face looked ordinary, as though he were asleep. However, the smell of blood – unmistakable by most men – still permeated the air. Johannes anointed the bed posts and consecrated the area as he knew how. For awhile, Johannes spoke to the corpse, majestic in its repose. "...In the mean time I will do my best to keep your daughter safe, as an instrument of God, I will see His good Will done." With a sigh, Johannes turned to depart. "...Johannes..." whispered a voice. Suddenly, he froze in step.

Johannes spun around – the room was empty. His eyes narrowed on Celus' corpse, its eyes closed shut. Uncertainty in his mind, he walked closer and gently touched Larlben's wrist, feeling for a pulse. There was none – he was very much dead. Dismissing the imaginary sound, Johannes determined to leave. Celus Larlben's hand reached up and grabbed Johannes's wrist, painfully digging into his skin; the eyes opened, revealing solid white, gazing wraith-like toward Johannes, straight into his soul. The paladin jerked his arm back, but it refused to break free, the corpse's hand having inhuman strength. It spoke, the voice whispery and broken, a voice without lungs, "Jo- Joh- aanne- sss-. Looook- in- mmmy- eyesssss-." Johannes glanced upon Celus' eyes; once pure white, colors began to flicker within them. Green & red danced in swirling motions, like watching ballet through a window far too small. Red overtook the green, consuming the entire dance, the entire scene. With pure red eyes, Celus' other hand bolted upward – grasping a jagged knife – and slashed across Johannes' throat, blood spewing onto the floor...

Johannes stepped backwards, jolting out of his hypnotic daze – the room was quiet, the corpse laid still on the bed, unmoved since Johannes' arrival. Hastily, he touched his neck, but it was perfectly fine, no wound... nothing. As though he'd waken from a dream, Johannes breathed heavily, examining Celus' body, but it laid exactly as it always had – eyes closed upon its back, in stillness. Johannes was still coming to grips with reality, unable to discern what was real and imagined. 'Was that a hallucination? Or a vision?' Johannes' thought to himself. Fear rose in his heart, and Johannes sprinted from the room...]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: "Mother!" called out Lady Jacqueline, catching Madame Riene on the stairs. She turned, beginning to speak, "Jacqueline, I-" "You dare to say you don't trust us?" Jacqueline interrupted. "Of ALL of us here, do you truly feel entitled to the right to say that!? I cried myself to sleep, calling for you, wanting family. Wanting you to NOT be dead. And so I got my wish in this physical realm, yet you're still not alive. Dead in the sense that you rejected me by walking away, away from us. Do you truly not see that?" Riene replied in similar tone, "Jacqueline, I don't walk away from you – I'd love nothing more than for my children to stay here, with me. Those people will bring you only pain, Jacqueline... Your father, Jack, craved adventure and power, even after he had a family; his strivings severed our family forever. Your step-father, Celus, wasn't any different." Tears muffled her voice, on the verge of sobbing, "Apparently, I'm attracted to power-craved men..." her arms fell despairingly to her sides. "And they don't listen to me when I tell them not to pursue such things, just like I'm telling you right now. Jacqueline, give this up – live here, and we can be a family." Riene gently gripped Jacqueline's shoulders, "Don't pursue this foolish course. It leads only to grief." Jacqueline stammered, "I- I can't. My friends... they need me." Riene gazed into her eyes; after a moment she said, "Ok..." She lightly chuckled, tears drying, "You're like your father more than you know, your real father. I hope you know what you're doing. But you should heed my words Jackie – don't trust those people out there, no one except your brother." Jacqueline proceeded to reply, "Mother, they're my friends-" "How much do you really know about them?! The paladin, do you know where he's from? Or even his last name? The half-orc? The girl with the white-hair? How much do you truly know?" Jacqueline didn't know how to respond, and Riene continued, "Be careful my daughter. Your step-father was always right about one thing: you can only trust family." Riene kissed Jacqueline upon the forehead, and her eyes delivered a final farewell. Slowly, she departed up the stairs, away to an empty home.]

Taisiya carefully placed the dress into her bag; it was far too lovely to leave behind. Lady Jacqueline entered the room. Taisiya looked up, "How'd that talk with your mother go?" Jacqueline sighed, "As you'd expect. Ugh, she's stubborn." Her voice sounded congested; Taisiya soon realized she'd been crying and returned to packing, hoping she hadn't said the wrong thing. Across the hall, Adwonus and Dwalin stepped into the Men's Quarters, finding Herr Johannes fashioning fuses out of leather and rope. "Wait, are you making bombs?" asked Adwonus. "Kind of, though not for now obviously. It's just good to be prepared." he replied. Johannes finished the last fuse and tucked them into his bags, alongside a few stylish tunics he'd grabbed from the armoire. As Dwalin walked into the bathroom, Johannes added, "Oh, and Dwalin! Grab the soaps in there will you?" Adwonus gave Johannes a skeptical glare – he shrugged his shoulders in response, "What? They're scented!"

After collecting their items, the party met Marcus in the main hall, carrying his own bag, "Ready to go?" "I suppose so," replied Jacqueline, "Did you talk with mother?" "Briefly, she's not happy ofcourse." Jacqueline glanced downward, feeling a tinge of guilt; Marcus lifted her chin, "Hey, we will be back, and soon. That's a promise." This seemed to soothe her nerves. Hastily, Sonfred approached from a side hall, "Master Marcus! One moment." He handed a small black case to Marcus. Dwalin and others curiously leaned over, "What is it, jewels?" "A weapon?" "Secret documents?" Marcus opened it, "Uhhh... it's a razor." Indeed, he held up a straight silver razor, found in most high quality barbershops. "Yes sir. I'd highly recommend changing your hairstyle soon, lest you be recognized by an unfortunate foe. Frankly, with all the servants, guards, and coroner's office aware of Master Celus' murder, there's no doubt gossip like this will spread fast – we can't contain it. You need to lie low sir, for your own safety." Marcus patted Sonfred on the shoulder, "Thank you. You've been a loyal steward all my life, looking out for me still." "I try sir." The party proceeded to depart, "Goodbye, Sonfred. I'll see you again before you know it!" Last words they heard was "Good luck sirs!" as they exited the front door.

Flower petals in the garden remained closed, as though they were aware the Manor was in mourning. Before long, the party passed through the Main Gate, which shut behind them – Larlben Manor was now closed to visitors. Standing in the Upper District, wagons and citizens vibrantly moved about the streets; the City of Herrod bustled with life. "Well," said Johannes, "Let's first hit the stores. There's a small market here in the Upper District, around where we were the very first day. Which reminds me, Jacqueline – keep an eye out for gypsy kids." Amidst the traffic, they walked toward the Upper Market Square, listening to the metropolis. "And I suppose after this, we figure out what to do next?" spoke Dwalin. Johannes responded with a measure of uncertainty, "Yes. And I think we have some serious choices to make..." {You are within range of the Upper Market Square and may interact with merchants, among other things.}

[Private to Adwonus Swillman: Harmonious melody reaches your ears, whistled at a pitch only the keenest ears could hear. The tune was quite familiar to Adwonus, as was the singer. He glanced down a side street from where the party was, just in time to see the hem of a purple cloak disappear into an alley... Pyrra.]

[Private to Lady Jacqueline Raynelde: Walking down the boulevard, Lady Jacqueline hesitated in her step, hearing a beautiful tune whistled in the air. The tune was on a nearly inaudible pitch - no one in her party could hear it... except for one. Jacqueline couldn't help but notice Adwonus' ears perk at the sound. {Listen Check: Success; Success}]
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In reply to DM Ryan (msg # 203):

Trapper sighs a deep sigh. "We're near the square, and seeing how we aren't being chased, I think I can make a few purchases. Need some supplies. I'd suggest you all do the same. Maybe get some more powder for your 'bombs' warrior." He looks at Herr with what could be a bad attempt at humor. He looks at the party, and continues, "I'll be in the center square to meet you all in an hour or so once I've got the goods I need."
The half-orc departs on his mercantile journey, his brain obviously annoyed. Too much as happened, and he needs to clear his head. The future looks murky, clouded, and he doesn't like it. Some solitude will do him good.

[Private to DM Ryan: Adwonus makes his way to the market( He actually does need some stuff) but slips away after that little purple cloak.]

Lady Jacqueline steps towards the market[Private to DM Ryan: in actuality: towards Adwonus], taking Marcus by the sleeve in a steely grip. She adjusts the strap on her shoulder and shifts the weight of her bag. "Let's go, Marcus." [Private to Marcus Larlben: "I heard a whistle through the boulevard that was barely audible. The only one who reacted?" she locks a quick glance of eye contact with Marcus, "Adwonus. Why?" Her glare was unsettling. "He's not to be without someone." She glances sideways at him. "You need to tell me what the hell happened, too." She follows quietly after Adwonus, still holding onto Marcus.]

[Private to Marcus Larlben: And also to Ryan: 23:15, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+8. Move Silently Check.
23:15, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 11 using 1d20+8. Hide Check.
23:13, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Reflex Save.
23:13, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 23 using 1d20+6. Spot Check.
23:13, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 9 using 1d20+6. Listen Check.
23:12, Today: Secret Roll: Lady Jacqueline Raynelde rolled 18 using 1d20+8. Search Check.]
This message was last edited by the player at 03:54, Tue 28 Oct 2014.

"Don't follow the lights!" A guide through the marshes of the dead.

HC:
[Private to GM: My mind was taken back to the moment of the... vision?, Concern begins to fill my head, I will suffer not it to remain. How to interpret the signs? Was that showing the battle in Larlben for good and evil?, was it showing that he was in hell? and passed into eternal suffering? was it really not speaking to him, but to the Assassin? Why would he have anything against me? Perhaps he was telling me to look into someone else's eyes? To see that and know who the killer was? ... It is disconcerting at best.

I will have to rebuke that evil...]