In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 7):

My lady.

Lazaret bows with great panache and feline grace.

We represent this wayward lad's poor mother. She has retained our services to get to the bottom of this issue before her son pays for another's deeds with his own life.

With your permission we humbly request to speak with Kevril and do what we can to clear his name. It would be a great relief to his mother and would put the rest of the town at ease to know that the real wrongdoers will be put to justice and that the threat they pose to the good people here is gone forever.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 8):

08:43, Today: Lazaret rolled 16 using 1d20+5 ((11)) persuasion

Sister Gwendelon ponders the proposal carefully before replying. "I've no doubt that clearing his name would be a great relief to Hyacinth Moonstone. She is a good woman and I am saddened that she has to deal with these dark matters. However I should also point out that Kevril himself has admitted to being a member of a local gang of bandits."

She shrugs her shoulders with a pained look upon her face. "I'm afraid the law is quite clear on matters of this type."

In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 10):

He is merely a boy and can be tought a lesson in a manner that would not bring woe upon his poor mother.

Therarak studies the good sister in detail to determine the deity she serves to see if there's a spiritual approach that could be taken.

22:55, Today: Therarak Gemfinder rolled 15 using 1d20+4. Religion.

Celador steps forward, performs a bow and introduces himself

Sister Gwendelon, allow me to introduce myself. I am Celador Qiris, corporal lieutenant of the elven army of Glenvendale. I pledge my sword and bow to your service while under your auspices and jurisdiction. I understand that young master Kevril came into contact with a hooded outlaw north of Westbank and that confrontation has lead to this unfortunate turn of events. In the interest of the peace and safety of the good people of Westbank, I suggest that you allow my colleagues and me to bring this person of interest to justice. Possibly in exchange for this service to your town you could be so merciful as to reduce the boy's sentence.


23:06, Today: Celador Qiris rolled 2 using 1d20.  persuasion.

OOC: I'm going to guess she's not persuaded...

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While Gwendelon quietly considers the facts, Enoch sighs heavily. "Hooded outlaw? Please. The boy has you fooled and you haven't even met him yet." He turns his filmy eyes toward the thoughtful Sister. "Sister Gwendelon. I don't need to remind you that the laws are clear on this matter. I don't think it is in Westbank's interest to change the law based on the pleadings of a trio such as this."



OOC: Therarak, you notice that Sister Gwendelon wears a necklace emblazoned with the symbol of Pelor (a circle with six outwardly radiating points), god of the sun and agriculture.
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In reply to DM (msg # 13):

We are not questioning matters of law here. We are simply looking into the truth.

Please, give us time to clear the boy's name. It is possible he is under the influence of a power that no one here fully understands. A power that could make someone admit to things they did not do.

Let us look into this. Justice will be served. The law will be upheld. But let us not be too hasty or justice and law may be forever tarnished here.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 14):

07:28, Today: Lazaret rolled 22 using 1d20+5 ((17)).

In reply to DM (msg # 13):

Being a deadly assassin (and chaotic netural)...Thorfire ponders, Should I just back stab this bitch... But decides to hold his action for the moment.

The Good Sister carefully considers Lazaret's words for several moments. Finally she nods to Lazaret with a sigh. "I suppose you are correct. I hold the law in high regard and would be negligent if I did anything to tarnish it. Let's speak with the boy. Enoch, would you be so kind as to assist us."

Enoch raises his eyebrows, rises to his feet, and slinks to the trap door with a sigh. "If you three would be so kind as to remove your weapons."

In reply to DM (msg # 18):

Lazaret quickly undoes the belt holding his rapier in a scabbard and places it on Enoch's desk. He always keeps a dagger hidden in his fur for emergencies and will not surrender it except for extreme circumstances.

Celador removes his long sword and sets it, along with his bow, quiver, and two handaxes; on his shield.

He gives Lazaret a sideways glance, as if to say -are you sure about this?-

Enoch taps his foot impatiently while looking at Therarak. "And what about you, Svirfneblin?"

In reply to DM (msg # 21):

Places his 2 daggers, his crossbow (and bolts) with the guard.
Here good sister of the harvest, as a token of my fidelity. As he bows low to the priestess.
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Enoch rolls his eyes and groans at the gnome's display. Sister Gwendelon, on the other hand, cracks a slight smile, noticably relieving the tension in the room.

She nods to her lieutenant. "Very well, Enoch. I believe we are ready."

Enoch rolls his eyes again, and with a sigh pulls open the trap door revealing a set of stone stairs descending into the dungeon. The passageway below flickers in torchlight.

"Well, let's see what our prisoner has to say." Gwendelon heads downstairs and motions for the others to follow.
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In reply to Sister Gwendelon (msg # 23):

After you, gentlemen.

Lazaret gestures to the others to go first. He feels that a distraction may be in order to get Thorfire down the stairs.

"I'm keeping an eye on you, tabaxi," Enoch snarls at Lazaret while leaning the open door against the wall. Once completed, he stands atop the stairs with arms folded, glaring down into the chamber below for a moment before returning to his desk. He is clearly upset at the manner in which events have unfolded. However, he is the Constable's lieutenant, and as such has little choice but to comply with the wishes of his superior.


OOC: Enoch will not be joining you in the dungeon. The door leading down resembles those old style cellar doors that lead into old school basements from the outside (except this one is inside).

While fiddling with the door and sneering at Lazaret, Enoch provids a better than average chance for Thorfire to sneak downstairs undetected.

Thorfire, if you'd like to enter the dungeon unseen, make a stealth roll with advantage (DC 10).

In reply to DM (msg # 25):

I would expect no less as it is your station. Someone is always needed to guard and to watch.

At sea it was my duty to watch. As one skilled at climbing and with keen eyes it was I who was tasked with climbing up the main mast and looking for ships or signs of land. It was a job that I gladly accepted as it let me see the world and all the shiny things it has to offer.

One particularly calm, sunny day I was atop the main mast, just pacing from one end of the sail to the other when I spotted a peculiar object floating off the starboard bow. I don't think any of my fellow sailors would have spotted it. I alerted the captain and he had the ship turn slightly. A rope was lowered and I climbed down to retrieve the object. It was a lump of ambergris the size of a small child. Well I don't have to tell you the value of such an object and I certainly didn't have to tell the captain either!

I used to have a small chunk of that thing in my bag here, now where is the damned thing...

Lazaret takes a little time to search through his bag for a piece of ambergris that he long ago lost interest in and traded for some other bauble.

Celadon says to Lazaret, as he gives him a knowing look to let him know that he thinks he knows what he's doing, which he does not,

Why thank you, Lazaret.

He is the first to follow Sister Gwendelon donwn into the dungeon,

Now tell me good sister, what do you know about the hooded fellow that this unfortunate young man unfortunately ran into? Has he caused other trouble?

In reply to DM (msg # 25):

Thorfire hesitates wondering if he should keep an eye on Euonch or sneak down into the dungeon.  His vow to help Mrs. Moonstone settles the matter and he sneaks down the trapdoor.


Good thing he had advantage....
22:27, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.
22:27, Today: Thorfire Shortankard rolled 6 using 1d20+5.  Stealth.

Led by Sister Gwendelon, the party descends into the torch lit dungeon. Thorfire, still unseen by Enoch or Gwendelon, nearly blows his cover when he kicks a loose rock across the floor. Luckily for the halfling, Enoch is staring venomously at Lazaret and doesn't notice a thing when the stone skids against a nearby wall. By the time the tabaxi has completed his unsuccessful search for an old treasure in his pack, the rest of the team is downstairs and Lazaret scampers off to join them.

At the bottom of the stairs, the passage turns right. Across a narrow corridor, in the thick stone wall, a door of iron bars is set. Beyond this barred door sits a boy, about 16 years old by the looks of him. He sits on a narrow wooden bench with his knees pulled up under his chin.

The corridor runs parallel to the stairs past two additional cells.
A 4th cell is located beyond the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

OOC: See "Map/Image for group 1" under the Game Map link if you want to see a full layout of the dungeon (it's not much).
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Kevril eyes the group as it comes down the stairs. Even in the dim torchlight, it is apparent that the boy has been crying. He sniffles once and stares for a while before his curiosity gets the best of him. "Who are you?" he inquires to the group.

In reply to Kevril Moonstone (msg # 30):

I am Fire Star of the Lazaret, your attorney. This is Celador. He works security. And this is Thererak. He is a specialist in investigation. Your mother has hired us to save your life. We don't have much time as you are to die at noon tomorrow. You need to tell us everything so we can clear your name and get to the bottom of your case.

What happened? Why are you here? And who was this hooded man that everyone is so upset about?

Do not waste your words or our time as Sister Gwendelon has already made your current situation quite clear and she is not about to change her mind.

In reply to Lazaret (msg # 31):

For the second time, Thorfire thinks about back stabbing the "good" sister...