Chapter I, Act I: Guildmates.   Posted by Game Master.Group: 0
Aulus Decentus
 player, 16 posts
 Half Elven Skylark
 AC:18 HP:10/10 PP:15
Wed 8 Feb 2017
at 15:30
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
"I am in agreeance."  Aulus replies to Wyn.  "For now, let's try to meet our Enchantress Benefactor.  Though I am not entirely displeased with having found companions and an outlet to direct Urian's blessings upon, I would like to find her reasons for recruiting in such a manner."
Tharnok
 player, 26 posts
Wed 8 Feb 2017
at 16:32
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
"Noon sounds good." Tharnok grabbed his belongings and left to find Vaenna, dreading the conversation he'd have to have. How was he going to explain all of this?
Game Master
 GM, 93 posts
 Aleatoric
 Actor-in-Chief
Fri 10 Feb 2017
at 21:20
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
The Guildmates found Rhynwyla reigning over the inn's kitchens, preparing for the midday meal. She directed the scurrying activity of the cooks and scullery maids as they shelled nuts, washed fruit and peeled vegetables for the stew pot with practised ease, and hardly broke the stride of her instructions as the prospective adventurers came to see her.

“Well then, here's a courageous company. I hope his lordship didn't present you with too arduous a task?” she smiled. When Wyn presented her bargain for renting out the suite in their absence, the dryad shook her autumnal head with a wry laugh. “You strike a hard bargain, my sweet sunflower. Very well, very well. I shall only count the days in which you actually occupy the rooms against the tally. Now, I expect you'll want to see the room your patron hired? I must admit, I'm curious myself. Loocey, mind the hearth, and for Anwyn's sake not so much salt this time. It doesn't grow on trees. I should know.”

Rhynwyla lead the crew back up to the third floor, two levels below the suite. As she lifted a ring of copper masterkeys that hung from her neck and down her cleavage, a small whirlwind of hay and horse dung in the shape of a gangly young boy tumbled into the corridor.

“Ser Parreck! Ser Parreck!” the boy panted, seeming out of breath from the rate at which he spoke rather than any exertion. “Look wot Brute did!” He rolled up his sleeves, revealing several crescent-moons of horse bites on his forearms, complete with nasty bruises and broken skin. His hands and wrists were covered wit similar, but more minor scars and scabs. “Horses try and et me up all the time – so much I fink I must taste of oats – but Brute really went for me. I mean he cornered me in the stall and tried to gobble me up. I had to whack 'im in the nadgers with a stool to get out. Is he one of 'em meaty-eaty horses that are on fire, like wot the devils ride in Hell?”

The boy's pond-scum green eyes widened abruptly, and he clapped his hands over his mouth. Glancing at Rhynwyla, he mumbled, muffled by his own fingers: “Sorry, mum. 'the Nine Pits'.”

The knight had met the inn's stable boy briefly before when depositing his horse, and recalled that his name was Glib. It seemed a singularly in appropriate name for someone so devoid of guile... or any filters between mind and tongue whatsoever.

“Glib,” Rhynwyla said, gently but firmly. “Was there something you wanted?”

The stable boy blinked, took a breath, and nodded. “Yes, mum. The lady-elf? Not the yellow-haired one, the one with the blue wiggles on her face?” He swirled his fingertips across his narrow features, making grubby marks which vaguely resembled, to Tharnock's eyes, the blue knotwork tattoos Vaenna bore. “I seen her. I seen her here. She was standing by this door,” he indicated the door to the enchantress' room, “Looking all sneaky-weaky like, like I does when I don't want to get in trouble coz I've pinched something, only she was better at it. I was carrying the nightsoil buckets down the stairs, and I didn't see her till I almost bumped into her, and she gave me such a fright I spilled 'em!”

“Oh, is that what that smell was,” Rhynwyla said faintly. “When was this, Glib?”

Glib nodded enthusiastically. “An' she told me to hush and sent me on my way! It was one bell past midnight. I 'member coz when I was carrying the buckets down the next set of stairs the guard rung the bell outside and I was so spooked-like I spilled the 'em again!”

“Did you clean it up?”

The stable boy clapped his hands over his mouth again.
Parreck Chorster
 player, 43 posts
 The Hero of Uppersea,
 The Golden Warrior
Sat 11 Feb 2017
at 01:17
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Parreck knelt and took the boy's arm in his big hands with surprising care, examining the bruises closely. He grimaced. Yes, those were Brute's teeth alright, they exactly matched the plethora of pale scars tracking up his own forearms.

"You did well lad. If he looks at you askance again you just pummel his knackers all you want. For now you run along down to the town apothecary when your hands are free and get that seen to, alright?" Parreck pressed a shining golden coin into Glib's hand before returning the arm.

Still kneeling, the big knight favoured the boy with a lopsided grin "You're a hero young Glib. You did battle with the fiercest of beasts, and you bested it with nought but your wit and your trusty stool. Doubtless the minstrels are trying to rhyme your name as we tarry here." Parreck ruffled the lad's unruly hair with a calloused hand then noticed Rhynwyla's expression and grimaced "First I think you'd best clean up all that shit afore she bites ye too though."
Wyn Auruma
 player, 63 posts
 the Girl with Golden eyes
 ac 15, hp 10
Sun 12 Feb 2017
at 04:39
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates


While in the kitchen Wyn nestles down to the pot on the hearth, crouching down and giving a good sniff at it. She gestures to Loocey for the pouch of salt and adds a careful amount before winking and standing to follow Rhynwyla up the stairs, a ladle on her pack clinking against the large iron wok that covers the whole container like a shield.

She can't help but grin at the exchange between Parreck, Glib, and Rhynwyla. She does speak up shortly after Parreck mentions an apothecary, "Ah'll shew thee to a healer worthsome 'at coin, Glib; planned on visiting she after this." She folded her arms behind herself, each hand holding the other arm's elbow under her mantle as she looks back to Rhynwyla and the door they had stopped in front of.
Game Master
 GM, 94 posts
 Aleatoric
 Actor-in-Chief
Sun 12 Feb 2017
at 21:47
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
“You talk funny, mum,” Glib said to Wyn, the pot well and truly calling the kettle black.

When Parreck addressed him, the boy's features – the jug ears, big nose, wide eyes and garrulous mouth crammed onto a small head – possessed the malleability to express two contradictory emotions at once splendidly. He looked simultaneously elated to be praised by his new-found ideal of chivalric virtue; and thunderstruck that said knightly paragon had feet of clay and had used a naughty word. He gurned impressively, like a dog chewing a toffee as he tried to reconcile these revelations, then nodded and tumbled off when Rhynwyla shooed him away.

“He's a little fae-touched, as you humans like to say, bless his heart,” the dryad said, watching him go. “Now, shall we see what lies within?” She picked the correct key with practised familiarity and unlocked the door.

Within the room lay... nothing, at first glance. The bed was made up, the room undisturbed, and no personal possessions lay in the open to suggest it had been occupied at all. The only thing that differed from the rest of the rooms in the Acorn's Cup they had seen was that the window was wide open. The inn's window frames were quite small, too narrow for any of the group to have passed through; Wyn might have been able to manage if not for the feminine flare of her hips, or Niccolo save for his curling horns. An elven woman, however...

The tiefling sniffed the air and frowned. “Do you smell... vitriol?” he asked, slipping past Rhynwyla and looking around keenly. Following his nose, he crouched in the middle of the floor and pulled aside the large dyed woollen rug that covered it. Beneath, the smooth hardwood floor was discoloured in an irregular splotch about three feet across. The wood was deeply pitted and warped, the vanish around it discoloured in an ugly rainbow of alchemical hues. Alerted to its presence, everyone could smell what Niccolo had perceived now; a faint but sickly and sharp stench, like vinegar on rotten meat.

The dryad clucked in annoyance at the damage to her place of business. "Well, she has certainly forfeited her security deposit now! What on Carthas caused that?"
Aulus Decentus
 player, 17 posts
 Half Elven Skylark
 AC:18 HP:10/10 PP:15
Mon 13 Feb 2017
at 14:42
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Aulus moves to the window to take a peek out, and ascertain the distance to the ground, or possibly tree branches.  "Why not walk out the door, like a civilized person," he asks, nose wrinkled against the smell, "Or do you think she teleports?"
Largos Kell
 player, 18 posts
Mon 13 Feb 2017
at 14:54
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Largos slowly moves into the room and starts looking around, "Does anyone else get the feeling that something ..... odd has happened here?"

Tharnok
 player, 27 posts
Mon 13 Feb 2017
at 18:40
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Vaenna was here? Tharnok thought to himself after Glib's story of what happened last night. So while we were all getting hammered and what not with our contractor, Vaenna was trying to figure out what was really going on. Tharnok didn't say anything, but he couldn't hide a faint smile. He knew she was smart and had a knack for judging people, and an action like was just another reminder of why he liked her.

Tharnok looked disgusted when the smell quickly spread throughout the room after the rug was lifted. "Could this have been part of that spell she put on us?"
Cassian Black
 player, 12 posts
 Unsheathed Sword
 Officer of Maal
Tue 14 Feb 2017
at 18:14
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
"Clearly, something has."

Cassian stepped into the room (which was getting more crowded by the second). The officer had taken the time to arm himself and gather his few things. He was wearing heavy chain armor and a black cloak, with a large two-handed greatsword strapped to his back. He knelt down to the discolored splotch, pulling out a thin dagger. Gingerly, he poked at the pits in the floor with the tip of the dagger.

"A spell? Alchemy of some sort?" Cassian looked to the others in the room. "I have no such skill in either arcane magicks or the alchemical arts. Regardless, we should conclude any investigation with haste. This may be a bigger mystery than we have time to solve. We have a contract to fulfill, and I intend to do so in full haste."

He nodded to Aulus. "We also have two more procedures to fulfill, per the geas: the selection of an alderman and a treasurer. We should finalize such details, acquire any other gear necessary, and head out."
Parreck Chorster
 player, 45 posts
 The Hero of Uppersea,
 The Golden Warrior
Fri 17 Feb 2017
at 10:35
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Parreck crossed to the window behind Aulus, careful to give the stinking scar in the floor a wide berth. With some difficulty about the shoulders he leaned his head out of the portal, and peered out, first down and then (with unreasonable optimism) up, before looking back to his compatriots.

"I can only think to record that-" he indicated the ruined floor "to memory, unless those amongst you more mystically inclined can shed any light upon its purpose." Parreck wiggled his fingers and adopted a wide-eyed theatrical expression to emphasize the point. It really was a bang on impression of a concussion.

"Not to be ungallant, but before we go shall we, ah, rifle through the cupboards?"

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Wyn Auruma
 player, 65 posts
 the Girl with Golden eyes
 ac 15, hp 10
Fri 17 Feb 2017
at 18:39
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Wyn crouches down beside the stained floorboards, covering her mouth with a ring-laden hand. Her knowledge of the arcane is fairly limited, and she knows less about alchemical matters, but she decided to give it a once over before retreating to where the smell was less potent. After a long consideration she asks, "Think ye she melted?" She isn't particularly well educated, after all.

She turns to Cassian, "Remind me what an alderman is? I still have something of an addlesome dogbite, probably."

13:51, Mon 13 Feb: Wyn Auruma rolled 13 using 1d20+2. Arcana check.
Game Master
 GM, 95 posts
 Aleatoric
 Actor-in-Chief
Fri 17 Feb 2017
at 19:16
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Parreck's gaze found the room unsurprisingly bereft of ceiling-enchantresses, and Aulus moved past him to look out the window. Here on the third floor of the inn there were quite a few gnarled branches with dense foliage – someone climbing out of the window would have a good amount of screening from night-time watchers, and could have climbed at least partway to the ground, although the branches ceased while there was still a 25-foot or so drop to the ground. A starling cocked its head from the shade of the nearby leaves, close enough to touch, watching the priest of Urian from its nest and chirruping a greeting at him.

As Aulus pulled his head back in he felt a prick on his palm, and saw that he had picked up a splinter from the window frame. Looking closer, he saw that there was a short, angled gash in the wood. It looked like a glancing blow from an edged weapon.

As Parreck looked high, Largos and Niccolo looked low, and somewhat more perspicaciously. The tiefling found a second stain, a smaller blue-green mark adjacent to the large one in the centre of the room which he proclaimed to smell salty and sour, of copper and verdigris. Under a chest of drawers, Largos found a finger-length, trimmed piece of feather, dark brown with an electric blue band. Tharnock recognised it with grim resignation – Vaenna liked to fletch her arrows with feathers from the stormhawk, a bird of her homeland.

The discoloured floorboards crumbled easily under the point of Cassian's dirk. The wood was pitted, warped and corroded, almost like dry rot. Studying the large stain, Wyn could only make the tentative conclusion that it was acid damage. Her expertise – her passion – lay in spells that burned rather than spells that corroded, but she suspected that the mark they saw here displayed both a concentration of vitriol and a level of control that was beyond the acid splash cantrip some mages threw in battle.

As the Guild investigated the room (or stood around disinterestedly polishing their hexlocks, in Kai's case), Rhynwyla went up and down the hall, double checking on the nearby rooms – though she knew from memory that they were all unoccupied. She returned shaking her head. “The nearest guest thought he heard someone being violently ill in the middle of the night – a gushing, splashing sound,” she said, indicating a room at the far end of the passage. “But, well, this is an inn. People sometimes overimbibe.”
Aulus Decentus
 player, 18 posts
 Half Elven Skylark
 AC:18 HP:10/10 PP:15
Wed 22 Feb 2017
at 16:53
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
"There was a fight here, unless our lovely innkeep keeps her window sills wounded.  I'd wager that our benefactor fled."  He sighed, and looked back out the window longingly.  "Anyone find a clue as to who our aggressor is?"
Wyn Auruma
 player, 67 posts
 the Girl with Golden eyes
 ac 15, hp 10
Wed 22 Feb 2017
at 19:53
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Wyn stood up, smoothing her mantle before going to the door to lean against it. "Likely some spell- even I can do a little splash of acid but this is quite a bit more powersome. I suspect it was a give-and-take but doesn't look like anyone perished here. I'll leave this to ye, I've got a couple of affairs to settle."

She twirled out of the doorway, the two forward-facing, tails of her hair lifting and then bouncing back down against her chest playfully as she makes way towards the stairs and down to the ground floor of the inn.

She goes to see about the wagon and negotiate a fair price and then on to the Dao's Den to see Ilyana.
Parreck Chorster
 player, 48 posts
 The Hero of Uppersea,
 The Golden Warrior
Sat 25 Feb 2017
at 13:38
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Glancing around the room, Parreck homed in on Largos. Clapping the man amicably on the shoulder with a big hand he graced him with a massive grin. "It seems we've been left without task. What say we find ourselves some task of import and moment. Perhaps we might start our search at the bottom of a bottle or two?"

He turned to Kai "And what of you gunslinger. Care to join us?"
Largos Kell
 player, 19 posts
Sat 25 Feb 2017
at 20:30
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Largos couldn't help but like the enthusiastic and loud Parreck, "Sounds like as good a place to search as any."
Cassian Black
 player, 16 posts
 Unsheathed Sword
 Officer of Maal
Mon 27 Feb 2017
at 05:54
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
"Acid, perhaps. A mystery we'll solve later. As for the alderman, per Article 2: from the members of the Guild shall be elected an alderman, who shall chair meetings of the Guild, and who shall speak for the Guild when a singular voice is required, and who shall break deadlocks of the Guild with their vote. Notwithstanding these duties, the alderman shall be bound by Article the First. A detail we need to decide soon. I have no wish to violate this contract, no matter how it was I found myself bound to it."

With no interest in drinking, Cassian followed Wyn to attend to the business of the cart.

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Game Master
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 Aleatoric
 Actor-in-Chief
Tue 28 Feb 2017
at 01:04
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
A few hours later, the eight Guildmates gathered in the taproom of the Acorn's Cup and prepared to set out. Laden with their diverse arms, armour and freshly-bought supplies for the unexpected and spell-wrought journey, they made a curious sight, and many eyes were upon them – some with sneers that said what-a-bunch-of-damnfools; others with gazes that were speculative or amused. Amongst the seated locals was Lukullus, his hulk of a bodyguard not in sight, nursing a glass of the house's finest cider dispiritedly. As he saw the adventurers assemble, he rose from his chair and rapped his fist smartly against his breast. “Good fortune to you, Guild of Daring Deeds. May you live up to your name.”

With a little leg and a lot of Peregrine barter-craft Wyn had secured a second-hand but serviceable vehicle from Honest Harran's Used Wagon Emporium in the merchant stalls outside the town – the streets being too narrow to admit such. With no further business to cause them to tarry, they set off towards the main gate that pierced the towering bark-clad walls of Ruetholm. The parade of outlanders and half-human oddities again caught many an eye and attracted laughter, whistles, and stern head-shakes. “Who're you gallivanting around with now, Largos?” someone called from an upper bridge. “Have all the decent folk 'round here had their fill of you?” Largos recognised the derision as coming from Tomun, a local ne'er-do-well and layabout that had been a thorn in his side and boot up his arse since they were children.

The Guildmates were halfway to the gate when the clip-clop of hooves approached from behind. Atop the horse was an older man with long, lank grizzled hair, a drooping moustache and a perpetual scowl. One of his legs was twisted from a long-ago war wound, and he was strapped into the saddle of his chestnut courser. Locals and recent arrivals alike recognised Gahlvin, the reeve – captain of the guard and keeper of the peace – as he made it his business to scrutinise all visitors who entered the town. He was flanked by two Ruetholm Rangers, a man and a woman in well-cut leathers and subdued cloaks and tunics of green, grey black and brown, with blackwood bows at their shoulders.

“You. Brute,” he growled. At first Parreck started, wondering what mischief his steed had got up to. But Gahlvin was jabbing his cudgel at Tharnock. “You came into my city with an elf woman. Where is she? The pair of you were allowed in under the strict condition that that wild beast of hers was to be kept under control. Yet it was seen prowling the streets last night! If I find out that it's attacked anyone or savaged any livestock...”
Tharnok
 player, 29 posts
Thu 2 Mar 2017
at 00:20
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Tharnok sat on top of the cart, holding the reins of the two donkeys pulling it forth. He had gained some experience driving all sorts of vehicles during his time with Vaenna and the crew, and figured he'd save them all some time by taking care of the cart. Before they set off, he had put on a dark brown leather jacket from which the sleeves were roughly cut off around the shoulders. A necessary adjustment to allow for his physique. Those watching him from the back while he sat on the cart could see that the jacket bore the image of a broken blade pointing upwards.

Tharnok halted the cart and looked at the captain of the guard with his two minions that had pulled up next to him. He thought for a second, wondering what Vaenna had been up to last night. First the fight in the inn, then stalking someone at night.. "Was probably one of those mongrels you call watch dogs. That wild beast is more loyal than any of the creatures you house here. I've seen the lot of you struggle keeping them under control. You're lacking an alpha," he said while looking straight at the captain.
Cassian Black
 player, 17 posts
 Unsheathed Sword
 Officer of Maal
Thu 2 Mar 2017
at 04:06
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Cassian was seated next to Tharnok on the top of the cart, keeping what eyes he could about. As the cart stopped, he silently observed the brief exchange between the guard and Tharnok. At the bare insult, Cassian cocked an eyebrow. He didn't interrupt, but kept vigilant, watching for any errant movement.
Wyn Auruma
 player, 68 posts
 the Girl with Golden eyes
 ac 15, hp 10
Thu 2 Mar 2017
at 06:26
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
When Cassian explained the Alderman position Wyn made a knowing 'o' shape with her mouth and tilted her head back in understanding. "I can do that. I tell thee true that mastering the quarter is too much a temptation, tha don't want me there, but I can do thee right with tonguecraft." The little wink at the end was probably not necessary but the playful sparkle in her deep-gold eyes was rather fetching.

Later she went on to help get the supplies and the serviceable cart before going off to finish her affairs.

When they met back up and set out, she found some space in the cart to lay out, sprawled face down in a sunny spot like a feline or, indeed, the stories of red dragons laying on their gold and gems. Instead of gems and gold, however, her bed was chests and barrels. She stuck her head up annoyed and, amazingly, already drowsy with sleep when they stopped just short of the gates. Upon hearing Tharnok's reply, however, her eyebrows shot up, eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a slight smile and an 'oh' round shape that she hid with her curled hand, "Oooooh," she hyped his words from the background.
Parreck Chorster
 player, 50 posts
 The Hero of Uppersea,
 The Golden Warrior
Thu 2 Mar 2017
at 08:24
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Parreck reigned in his ugly mount and, evading a couple of stray bites, cocked a disapproving eyebrow at the old man, chin titled haughtily skyward. The reeve and his cohorts were keeping him from the glory of the quest. What business was it of theirs if they chose to leave town? But it was the bulky half-orc's affair never the less, and he seemed more than up to the challenge.

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Largos Kell
 player, 20 posts
Thu 2 Mar 2017
at 14:15
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Largos had been quietly following along when ToDum made his remark , "Well you know how it is ToDum, now that I have had my fill of you mum, decided I would move on seeing as she was a really disappointing. It's no wonder your pa likes his drink."

When Gahlvin and his bunch rode up Largos sighed "Well at this pace we will never get anywhere."
Game Master
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 Aleatoric
 Actor-in-Chief
Sat 4 Mar 2017
at 20:58
Re: Chapter I: Guildmates
Reeve Gahlvin may not have known much about the pack dynamics of dogs, but he knew a challenge to his authority when one stared him down. The man stiffened and bristled in the saddle, his knuckles whitening around the haft of his cudgel.

“A gods-damned silver-furred wolf, half-orc. My Rangers gve chase through the streets but the thing slipped out the gates into the woods. If they'd caught it, I'd be warming my feet by the fire on its pelt, I promise you. I'll ask you again – where is that elf who thought to treat a wild animal like a damned pet? I want words with her.”

When it became clear that  Tharnock did not in truth know – or that if he did, he was not going to crack his tusked jaw on the subject – Gahlvin's scowl deepened, and he at last waved them on as he and his guards trotted off, grumbling darkly to himself about stubborn and insubordinate mercenaries, damn them all to the Nine Hells. Finally, there was nothing standing between the Guild of Daring Deeds and the road, and with a flick of the reins their wagon rumbled off, passing through the ancient wooden walls of Ruetholm and out into the midday sun.

They were en route to adventure! It might not have been a mission of their own choosing, or with companions of their own free will, but it would certainly make for a story.

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