Arklon d'Vorles
player, 14 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Thu 6 Jun 2019
at 02:51 | Re: Even Death May Die"Yes it is, and it won't be a pint of the cheap stuff either." Arklon moved out from where he'd been and over into more open space, "Kraken, I believe it was. A giant creature of the sea, tentacled arms larger than an entire ship. Those tentacles are that which you see on the symbol of House Lyrandar. As for this mark, specifically..."
Any relevant rolls we can make for more details?
"I can recreate their likeness easily enough with illusions, like the one I used to give you the mark. They won't be perfect, I didn't get a good look at them all, but it will give some idea if we show it to one who knows the crew."
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The GM
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Wed 12 Jun 2019
at 04:47 | Re: Even Death May Die The scar was circular, ugly; and even the facsimile seemed to harbor some ill intent. Arklon looked at the illusion intently, as the originals were not at hand. The replication was very good, but as it was illusory, any contact would break the spell. The conspirators had said 'kraken' to be sure, and the kraken was the sigil of house Lyrandar. In fact, there was a particular scion of House Lyrandar whose nickname was 'The Kraken'; he'd been cruelly effective against his enemies during the Last War. But Dragonmarked houses did not brand their associates with a mark from their totem animal. Not that Arklon was aware, anyway. Stormreach was a long way from the civilized world, though and in Xen'drik perhaps such things were so.
It did look like a scar left from a tentacle's suction cups, though. It was not carved by blade, nor was it a burned brand. The flesh had been sucked away; torn from the body. Whether it was from an actual kraken, or instead from some lesser aquatic beast with tentacles was unclear. It was the size of a man's hand, and if that was the diameter of one sucker, then the tentacle itself would be very large.
From a scholar's perspective it seemed unfeasible. They would have to have a live kraken penned up somewhere, or even less likely summonable for any initiation ceremony. The kraken would need to be docile enough to command, yet still able to inflict an injury. It seemed an inordinate amount of trouble to go through, just for a badge of service.
Giliwan, meanwhile, through completely innocent examination of the Sivis tube, had accidentally opened it. He'd wanted nothing to do with it, of course, but the mechanical operation of the package was fascinating to him, from a purely professional standpoint. Where they stood, Hujger and Arklon could both see the message that Giliwan unrolled; holding it so the light from the hatchway was strongest. There was an image, and what might have been words.
 [Language unknown: Rateraess. Illouldinica. Illionven nialre ousthetin latousers enckorome. Teieutioer eartedint. ]The words were scrambled; unreadable, and when one looked away, it seemed as though the glyphs changed. The illustration was clear though, even if the import was not. |
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Hujger
player, 24 posts
Fri 14 Jun 2019
at 16:14 | Re: Even Death May Die"A krakey's tentacles, eh? ... Look, there's a lot 'o stories go round the chip-fire down in the Lower Dump, particular about bits of the Cogs... 'an places below that what's not so tidy and well kept, if ye take my meanin." Hujger's voice got lower and the smile drained from his face. "Yeah, we gots story-tellers, too right, 'an plenty of scarf gets himmied around sworn for true, but wasn't nothin but poppy-dreams.
"But some 'o them ring 'o truth what nobody wants fer to be true. Pools 'o blood what grab ye's leg as ye walk by ... caves with sharp rocks that ain't rocks but teeth, and swalla's ye mates whole who wanders in ... floatin toothy eyes with more eyes on that blast yer soul afore eating ye ... We grow up and pretend not to believe 'em." Hujger shudders, looking at the illusion on his arm.
"Look, I ain't no gumpin tourie come to Sharn fer the pretty lights and would buy a bridge at the mention. But sailors and Durans got one story they's like fer to tell when the knippers won't mind their pa. Down below they's the skin-man. Gots long lobster-leg fingers. Black eyes. Wet-slick skin. He don't walk - he swims through the air on webbed feet. An he eats... he eats yer fear. He eats yer panic as ye look into the dead black pools of eyes while... while his chest bursts open an, an tentacles hold ye's fast. Suckin yer guts out so's he can crawl inside ye. Wear ye like clothes."
Hujger looks back and forth between Giliwan and Arklon. "Don't take me for serious if ye's like. Maybe I wouldn't if'n I was you's. But the Boromar Clan took them stories serious enough ta send folks down Cogs'way an keeps they's blinkers peeled. Some of 'em even came back." He sighed, gave a short laugh, and looked back at his arm. "I dunno about Lyrandar and you's tatooed Housey-types. But I believe in the skin man an his tentacles."
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 15 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Wed 19 Jun 2019
at 13:06 | Re: Even Death May Die
Arklon listened to Hujger's tale as best he could, "Huj, half the time I don't have a clue what you're saying, and the other half I'm not entirely sure I understand even what I do manage to hear." He smiled and shook his head. "I can't say that I've ever heard of this skin man of your's, but there's plenty of things I don't know. I wouldn't be out wandering the world otherwise."
The smile faded from his face then, and he spoke as if in a whisper, "Of course, that's not got a thing to do with why I'm actually here..." He seemed to have some rather dark thoughts as he sat there brooding for a moment.
Gilliwan's fiddling with the container drew his attention, snapping out of it, and Arklon looked over at the message. "I know a ritual that will let me read it. Perhaps. If it's a real Sivis note, even that might not be enough."
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The GM
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Sat 22 Jun 2019
at 15:48 | Re: Even Death May DieAbove decks, the cook's bell rung. Hujger realized it would be an opportunity to get a look at the crew, and to find out if the ship's cook was as garrulous as he'd been led to believe they were. Plus, there would be food to eat that was not rat.
Arklon set about preparing for his ritual, and Giliwan, agreeing to the idea, went with Arklon away from where prying eyes could easily see what hey were up to. The meeting area where the conspirators had met was suitable, as long as there were no other stowaways below deck.
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Hujger
player, 25 posts
Mon 24 Jun 2019
at 19:58 | Re: Even Death May DieLeaving the nobs to do their thing, Hujger headed to the galley to pull grub.
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The GM
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Wed 3 Jul 2019
at 00:19 | Re: Even Death May DieLooking about the Jorasco enclave, some three days later (was it more?) Arklon wondered at the series of mishaps that had brought him here. He studied the scroll that had been Giliwan's downfall. Comprehend Languages had pulled the meaning from the scroll, but not the mystery: it was written in Zil.
Dear Cousin,
This is Tremor Enkau Valevine, and he is very dear to us. It would set our minds at ease very much if you would look in on him, and ensure that he does not fall afoul of any negative influences. He is stubborn, so it would be best if you worked discreetly. I am confident that this is something that you will be able to do for me.
The Bear. |
Too many eyes had been on Hujger for him to look about much, and some of those eyes were conspiratorial. The cook, instead of being helpful, was put off at the sudden addition of meals needed, and the rest of the crew in line were likewise displeased.
The storm had broken just as they'd finished their meal. Buffeted about, the trio had all they could do to keep from knocking into stowed cargo, Giliwan in particular had a hard time keeping himself safe, and collided hard with a wooden support. Thereafter, Giliwan needed additional looking after. After the storm, the scuttlebut had been that Captain Perrin had been washed overboard by a freak wave. One of the Tulita sailors dove in after him. There was a cry of 'Shark!'. When they hauled Lt. Commander Trey Perrin and Akamai aboard, Hujger estimated there would be cheer in some quarters, but in others, disappointment. Some passengers who were skilled in the healing arts took care of them.
Below decks, a lack of anything else to do prompted Hujger and Arklon to look again at the message scroll and the container. Under scrutiny, it was determined that it had been trapped. A fine ring of hair-like needles were set to deliver a toxin. Giliwan's wrist bore a fine circle of tell-tale red marks showing where he'd been struck. The two of them watched the slow decline of the third, unable to do anything to stop the progress of the poison.
As the ship finally pulled into port, Zeddie was sent by Captain Perrin, and delivered into Arklon's hand the list of names.
| Perrin's List: | - Lt. Pibul Reed
- Killian 'Red" Dain
- Verden Chalmer
- Syn (no second name)
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When they came off the ship, Hujger helped the pair of Cannith scions to the Jorasco Enclave. The two dragonmarked looked like profitable targets, but Hujger, with some conversation and some fistwork, persuaded the pair of assailants to find other prospects. Hujger said that he would see if he could exchange some manual labor for a bed at the 'Leaky Dinghy,' whatever that might be, and bade the two farewell. When Giliwan was admitted to the Enclave the attendants had the strange idea that he was a shark-bite victim, and Arklon had to assure them several times that it was indeed some kind of poison. They seemed strangely relieved at this, but it crossed Arklon's mind that perhaps the renowned efficacy of the Jorasco Healing House had failed to entirely make it across the Thunder Sea.
Arklon looked down at the still figure on the Jorasco bed, he still needed looking after. Once inside the Enclave it felt for the first time in a perilously long while like Arklon was in a place where 'normalcy' would have domain. Unfortunately, there seemed to be precious few of the Jorasco marked about to assist. Eventually they got poor Giliwan to a bed, and slowed the poison's progress. It was a kind of degenerative poison that sapped ones mobility and dexterity. "A few more days without treatment and your friend would not be with us." but she did not give an opportunity for Arklon to respond, hastening away.
There was food; trays were brought. Not Ghallanda, but also not rat. No-one seemed to know much of what was going on. The attendees seemed lower-level than a Cannith dragonmarked would warrant. Arklon took his ease on an adjacent bed; it was the softest thing he'd felt in what seemed an eternity.
 Old Man
When he woke, a man was lookin over the Jorasco notes on Giliwan. "Looks like Sagastone's Solution. Never a good idea to mess with Sivis. He'll be right as rain... eventually. Unless he does something else stupid." The man tapped the scroll and handed it back. "I've seen that one around. Been meaning to keep a closer eye on 'im. I guess I'd better do. Anyhow, sorry t' bother ya. I heard Deneith was here, but they musta got mixed up when they told me your room. I'll be seeing ya." And with that, he stepped out of the room. |
GM EDIT: I neglected to include the text of the decoded scroll, which is now at the top of the post. Also the mention of shark bite upon arrival at the Enclave. Sorry.
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:38, Wed 03 July 2019.
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 17 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Sun 7 Jul 2019
at 00:33 | Re: Even Death May DieArklon let the man walk away. Deneith were up to the same old tricks on this side of the pond, it seems.
With so many things happening over the last few days, Arklon took a moment to sit down and actually think about all the things in greater detail. Now that they had landed, he no longer had to worry about being discovered as a stowaway, he knew the faces of some of his enemies, at least, Hujger was already finding new work elsewhere, and Gilliwan was well on his way to being dead but now he had a chance.
It was a list of distractions.
Harkonner and Kraal - those were the objectives. And the woman. The woman was a mystery that needed to be solved, but...later, perhaps.
There was nothing he could do about being sent to Xendrik, that was already over and done with. Now he had to focus on maximizing his own potential. Xendrik may be a dangerous place, but it was also one of secrets and wonder, lost treasures and forgotten spells. It was a punishment that could very well give him the tools he needed.
Arklon stood and went to have a look at Giliwan. "You must serve the family one way or another, Giliwan. You are worth more to us alive than you are dead, so beat this poison and let's get back to it." He stood for a minute longer, speaking words to himself but not aloud, "We'll settle for dead, if we must."
Now he needed information, and the locals would be the only ones capable of providing it. He left Gil to the healers and set out into the town. Merchants selling local goods might have rumors, taverns would serve as a melting pot of gossip. He would start there.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:36, Sun 07 July 2019.
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The GM
GM, 526 posts
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Mon 8 Jul 2019
at 00:35 | Re: Even Death May DieAnd so Arklon walked out of the Jorasco Enclave, never knowing that a key person in the Harkonner mystery was then just three hundred meters below his feet. It was the closest he would get to any answers he truly desired for a long while.
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He searched the merchants, the inns, the taverns, and sought rumors and clues. Along the streets he saw destitute drow, many obviously intoxicated, and ragamuffin children. The guards looked seedy, and disrespectful, all but a squad of the so-called Iron Watch: a pristine trio of warforges who looked military grade and cared-for lovingly by whomever owned them. A dishevelled beggar offers to sell Arklon a map to the treasure horde of someone named Garr Bloodbane. In a tavern near the Red Ring Arklon heard the sad tale of a band of adventurers who lost their leader to a battle with a great sea monster. Their spirits broken, they still eke out a living in Stormreach. One of them, a half-orc named Belok Telorg fights weekly in the Red Ring.
Arklon notices that where his 'mark once gained him respectful treatment, now it is only the clothes and the coin the people pay attention to. At a marketplace he overhears some discussion of the government of the city: a man is patiently explaining that while the Stormlords are the 'government' there's really only one person who's 'in charge' and that man's name is Hargrove. Another whisper Arklon hears as he passes by a hair salon is that the notorious pirate Falken Drango was apprehended by the courageous commandant of the city Dragoons, Gregory Bonedeuce. Drango apparently shaved all the hair off his head and tried to sneak into Bonedeuce's offices to assassinate him. And all this after Drango killed and ate all of his pirate crew. Another customer added that it's just like that McFarrows character who ate his whole family.
Bits and pieces came to Arklon, from almost every quarter. The drow were called 'Tulita'. There was a new priest of the Silver Flame, but instead of going to the big cathedral he went and reopened the ramshackle lodge in the bad part of town. Expeditions weren't going into the jungle nearly as often as they use to. Someone tried to sell Arklon something called 'dragonsmoke' but it smelled terrible, and if the looks of the seller were any indication, Arklon doubted that it was a healthy habit to start.
OOC: Roll Investigation for me, and also let me know if you followed up on any of the above.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:32, Thu 11 July 2019.
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 18 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Tue 9 Jul 2019
at 15:04 | Re: Even Death May Die21:55, Today: Arklon d'Vorles rolled 17 using 1d20+4. Investigation.
Many things, there were, in this new land he'd been sent off to. As he came across the beggar and his map, he said to the man, "Give me the map for free, and if I find anything I'll give you a your share." If the man agreed, he took the map, and if not he left without another word. Hearing word of Belok Telorg, he decided to go have a chat with the man to see if perhaps he could find out more information about why people had stopped going out as often. Danger seemed the most likely, but if that was it then he needed to be prepared for the source of that danger.
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The GM
GM, 528 posts
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Wed 10 Jul 2019
at 06:41 | Re: Even Death May DieThe beggar with the map shook his head, at first. Then looked wild-eyed at Arklon. He nodded, and thrust the map at the Cannith scion. But when Arklon's fingers gripped the map, the old man's fingers wrapped around his wrist.
"By the Traveler, we make a deal; by the Traveler a fate is sealed. Know that when your fortune is made, know that then debts are paid." He laughed then through broken teeth, and let the map slip into Arklon's hand. He kept laughing and laughing even as Arklon left.
The Red Ring was not red, on the outside; a circular building surrounding a brutal-looking gladiatorial arena The arena was red, though. Some of the stains on the sand still glistened, as the fluid coagulated, and dried. There were tables, mostly occupied, and bartending waiters moved about taking orders and delivering drinks. One indicated where Arklon might catch a glimpse of Belok "the Breaker" Telorg. And indeed, for a moment it seemed that a glimpse would be all he would get. And then he overheard the words of a wild-haired gnome bragging to a couple of lovelies.
 Philipin Velespar Coulderknee
"Ahh, no-no-no, me sweets ye got it wrong, ye got it wrong. 'E's famous 'caus'a me! 'Caus'a me! Philipin is th' brains, Belok 's just the body. I taught 'im everything 'e knows; ev'ry move 'e makes; it's 'caus'a me!" |
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 19 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Thu 11 Jul 2019
at 13:58 | Re: Even Death May DieArklon listened to the crazy beggar's words and waited for him to walk away before he softly replied, "I always pay my debts, old man." He tucked the map away for now, and would look at it again later.
Arklon listened in on the gnome's conversation with some interest. He didn't care who had taught what, to who. If he knew things, then Arklon may need to speak with him, but until then he was just a short little man trying to capitalize on another man's fame. Arklon himself was content to sit and wait for a while to see if Belok showed up, and if not then he would start to ask around for where to find him.
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The GM
GM, 534 posts
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Thu 11 Jul 2019
at 21:40 | Re: Even Death May DieThere was an ongoing bout in the Red Ring; three prison convicts were battling a single minotaur named 'Slav'. Slav brandished a two handed axe that looked as tall as the shortest convict. Bets were being placed loudly and with frantic abandon, and it was some time before Arklon could be heard over the din. He was finally directed towards the north side of the establishment. He could see a roped-off area where several large, dangerous-looking people drank and spoke to one another while watching the fight. The crowd cheered as the minotaur decapitated one of the convicts.
 Arklon noted that one half-orc sat drinking his ale, completely unmoved by the spectacle.
"Oh, yeah," said the waitress he'd asked. "That's Belok Telorg over there, in the 'Champion's Circle'. But you can't go talk to him. Ask his manager, Philipin Coulderknee, that shifty-looking gnome over there." and she pointed at the gnome who was still capitalizing on Belok's fame. "He'll get you your autograph!"
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 20 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Sun 14 Jul 2019
at 21:10 | Re: Even Death May DieArklon nodded his thanks and waited for a time to see if the gnome's companions would depart and save him the hassle of interrupting. When that proved to not be the case, he decided to approach the gnome anyway, "Philipin Coulderknee? I'd like to speak with Belok about his former adventures. I've been told you're the man that can make that happen."
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The GM
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Tue 16 Jul 2019
at 21:30 | Re: Even Death May DiePhilipin Velespar Coulderknee
Philipin looked d'Vorles up and down taking in his clothes and manner, then broke into a wide grin. "Oh yeah! I'm the man, I'm the ma-aa-aa-ann! And I can ma-a-aake that happen! But no, Belok doesn't talk to people. But I do-oo-oo! So axe me yer quest'ns, an I'll tell you a-a-all about the brave, courageous and above all strong... Belok Telorg.
You know he was with the Wave Riders? Such a band-such a band! They faced death without question, without pause! They looked evil death in the eye, and nary a blink! People ferget, people ferget. The Waveriders was awesome! Belok is awesome! Ask me, ask me anything! Whaddaya wanna know?" |
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 21 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Wed 17 Jul 2019
at 02:43 | Re: Even Death May DieTo see if I know anything about the Waveriders, and to gauge his words.
21:40, Today: Arklon d'Vorles rolled 23 using 1d20+5. Insight.
21:40, Today: Arklon d'Vorles rolled 14 using 1d20+7. History.
"I want to know about his adventures. What he saw, what he did, where he went. I want to know what enemies he faced out there. And above all, I'd like to know why he quit. There is danger here, danger there, why did he trade one deadly trade for another? Why are people not going out as often now as they had before?"
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The GM
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Fri 19 Jul 2019
at 23:09 | Re: Even Death May Die | |
Philipin Velespar Coulderknee
"Okay, okay, I'll give you the last one for free! They say all the easy pickings are gone-gone-gone! The nearest ruins are weeks into the jungle, with giants and grues, just waiting to jump you, and crunch yer bones! Nom-nom-nom. More things crowd around Stormreach not looking for an expedition to come an feed them lunchies! Plus, Jorasco's gone kerplunkt! Their resurrection stone is on the fritz, and so none o' the rich explorer-types wanna go bumbling around looking fer things as ain't there. I heere of gangs and such going out just to gather fruit. In-and-out, and they still end up with a half-dozen dead. No bang fer yer buck! Now, Blackwheel, they'll take you, if you knows where to goes. Shipping out on an airship, sounds nice! Server you tea and biscuits, rub yer feet! But they'll also take half yer take! Or more! The perfessionals, they know, they could getcher out there, but you got's to have the cash-cash-cash!"
He wiped his mouth.
"I kin answer more o' yer questions, but uh, my mouth is gotten kinda dry right now. Parched. Can't speak."
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 22 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Mon 22 Jul 2019
at 14:18 | Re: Even Death May Die"I'm no Jorasco, but even I know the cure for that. Let's see if we can find us a 'healer', eh?" Arklon looked around for a server to place an order for drinks. He didn't want their cheapest, but he didn't have coin to throw around recklessly, so hopefully they had something on the low end of modest.
So people were scared and life was tough. Either the people on this cursed island were softer than he'd been lead to believe, or the dangers were worse. That was certainly food for thought, and something he needed to learn more about.
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The GM
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Thu 25 Jul 2019
at 23:56 | Re: Even Death May Die | |
Philipin Velespar Coulderknee
After more drinks than Arklon had expected, and more cost, the gnome relented and began once again to answer his questions.
"Belok sailed with the Wave Riders, like I said. They went toe to toe, or was it bow to bow, with so-so-so many pirates, brigands and cutthroats that I can't even remember all-o-their names! They even teamed up with Captain Razor and the Lady Razor, now she's the Widow Razor, and fought the Pirate King's forces. They didn't take out Garr Bloodbane though, that was the commandant of the dragoons what done that. The last voyage of the Wave Riders was against a tremendous sea monster that was wreaking havoc-havoc I say, on the shipping lanes. The big ocean beastie rose up and caught the intrepid crew unawares!"
Here he mimicked a sailing ship with one hand and with the other, fingers a wriggling, suddenly snatched his 'ship' hand with the other. "The leader of the 'Riders was Solomon Trafalgar, and he'd forged the team into a single spirit. But when Trafalgar went down in the clutches o' th' beastie, so went their spirit. Belok was strong enough to help the others to shore, but he's done lost his taste for adventures and such. He can still knock heads in the Red Ring. This is where the condemned get one last chance at life. Belok makes sure they stay down."
| | The waitress set another pint down in front of Philipin, and said "Yeah, but without as much enthusiasm as he used to. Been a while since he was the favorite." | Philipin Velespar Coulderknee
"Now you hush your mouth, hush your mouth. He's just building up 'is strength, and refinin' new tactics. It's a new crowd, and they fight diff'rently-- 'es gotta adapt!"
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 24 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Sat 3 Aug 2019
at 19:45 | Re: Even Death May DieCaptain Razor, Lady Razor, Widow Razor, Pirate King, Garr Bloodbane, Solomon Tragalgar. So many names he knew nothing about. But it was a start.
"Forged them into a single spirit? What do you mean by that?"
OOC: been one heck of a week, and still busy, but I didn't want to leave it sitting here doing nothing.
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The GM
GM, 566 posts
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Wed 7 Aug 2019
at 04:55 | Re: Even Death May DiePhilipin Velespar Coulderknee
"Well... Y'know... He had a way... with words. He could get the crowds off their seats. And the Waveriders were one hell of a crowd. He was their leader. They believed in him. They followed him to the edge of the abyss, but when he was dragged down, it was too much for their morale."
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 25 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Fri 9 Aug 2019
at 04:50 | Re: Even Death May Die"I see. Well, then...any advice for someone looking to start going back out there? And 'don't' is not the kind of advice I'm talking about."
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The GM
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Sun 18 Aug 2019
at 01:08 | Re: Even Death May DiePhilipin Velespar Coulderknee
"Don't? I'd never-never-never say don't.. If it's the expeditions to the jungle you want, then have a word with Thom. Thrifty Thom, they calls him. He's the owner of the Thrifty Traveler. Sometimes he comes in to watch the fights." He glanced around. "Don't see him right now. You'll need some others too, a guide-guide so's you don't get turned around."
"If it's the sea expedition you want, well you will need someone with a boat, who's down-down on their luck. Someone hungry. Or someone thirsty. 'Shakes' Montgomery. And you'll want a guide to the waters. I've seen sahuagin around town who will take you places. You'll need to front money in either case. Use to be a man could equip a team with just promises of the shares, but nowadays no-one will go out looking for Garr Bloodbane's gold without some of yours in their pockety first."
"What are ye looking for?"
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Arklon d'Vorles
player, 26 posts
HP 30/30, AC 11 (14)
Service even in death
Tue 20 Aug 2019
at 17:40 | Re: Even Death May Die"Revenge, but it'll have to wait until I can get off this island with enough strength to claim it." Arklon cleared his throat when he realized he'd said it out loud.
"Anyway, I don't trust the sea, so Thrifty Thom it is. Any recommendations on a guide that knows their way around?" 12:39, Today: Arklon d'Vorles rolled 11 using 1d20+5. Insight, in case he's setting me up with someone.
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The GM
GM, 582 posts
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Sat 7 Sep 2019
at 03:16 | Re: Even Death May DieArklon was observing Phillipin as he was talking and noted the glance he made. Following his line of sight he saw an above-average looking man, weather-beaten, with salt-and-pepper hair and a wide smile.
The man looked familiar with the place as he entered and waved to the waitress as he took a table; he had a good view of the ring from there.
Arklon surmised that the salt-and-pepper man was Thrifty Thom, and that Philipin intended to eke a few more pints out of Arklon's purse before suddenly noticing Thom, and only then introducing him.
Arklon also noticed that Belok Telorg was staring at them. Arklon was not sure if he looked angry, or if he just ... always looked angry.
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