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Visitor :  Dice Roller| Game Info| The Cast |
| 1: Becalmed in Stormreach. Posted by The GM. | Group: 0 |
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OOC Tremor still has an action, What do you do? This message was last edited by the GM at 18:40, Wed 27 Feb 2019. | |||||||||||||
 Tremor uses his dagger and clears the first vine covered arch section. | |||||||||||||
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"I am trying to make a way for all of us to escape. Just a couple more cuts."Tremor begins to cut away the vines by slipping the dagger under and cutting away the most tangled parts. MvA: Move 5 ft. BsA: Fast Hands, Use Object, Dagger; Cut vines DEX, DC 10 MvA: Move 15 ft., over remaining vie sqr, and in next empty arch sqr. StA: Aid other, help over the Vine sqr. 19:53, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 14 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 8. Vine removal, DEX DC 10.. 19:54, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 23 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 17. Self move over 1 Vine sqr DC 10. "Karl move to me, I will help." This message was last edited by the player at 03:57, Thu 28 Feb 2019. | |||||||||||||
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Tremor really just reacts , he thinks he can lever his size, the slippery stones of the arch and his experiences with climbing.The attack was over him so, the Halfling pushed at the midsection of the dead and tried to push it off the walkway, making it fall. Sta: Shove http://www.5esrd.com/gamemastering/combat#TOC-Attack Athletics check using a Hero Pt for Adv. before roll. 19:48, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 20 using 2d20, keeping the highest dice only with rolls of 14,20. Shove v Ghoul, at Adv. -1. Result:19 (20 -1) NvA: turn and move 25 ft., towards the Gate This message was last edited by the player at 03:49, Sun 03 Mar 2019. | |||||||||||||
And that was it. The trio ran swiftly to the gate, and there where the light was brighter, the undead pursuers hesitated. It was not much, but enough for Tremor to slam the gates shut. Karl panted, the exertion obviously just a bit more than he was used to. Jalia, now somewhat less attired as a Lady, was pacing and growling. The rain lessened, and became more of a mist drifting down. | |||||||||||||
"We have to alert the Guard, the patrol. The Church, they have to send someone. By the Host that was a near brush. I am not eager to visit Dolurrh." Tremor goes to Karl and checks to see he is unharmed, with a quick glance to Jalia. | |||||||||||||
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It was clear, the sentiment and... disagreeableness, from both made it more clear to Tremor his path in th e future. Must remember to tread away from the Watch for these two."This not being a regular occurrence... <looking for agreement> Something must have brought them up. Finding out what that is could be important. There are likely those seven. Can we make do with what we have?" Tremor braced for the answer form Jalia, her current state, would sem to indicate one answer. What time is it? Bells tolled, general time elapsed? | |||||||||||||
Jalia seemed to have once again calmed her temper. "A short story. I'm sorry Tremor, you were right; fleeing was the sound move. I was carried away in the moment, and... Fortunately, we get to live another day." Karl nodded. "It's strange they had that jewelry. A ghoul... is not the sort of creature to value appearances. They hunger, but do not adorn. If only we had had time to examine one of the bodies." "I'm not going back in there. But I am starting to like the idea of getting a patrol of the city guard after all. If they chased me into Delera's Watch, they might be in for a surprise." Karl looked concerned. "I don't think that would be wise. They will have freed themselves from my spell. I would come back in the morning, though. There might be some tell-tale left behind." Tremor considered the time; they had departed the theater before the end of the show, but had crossed a goodly portion of the city to get to Delera's Watch. He would have time to make his rendezvous, if he did not tarry too much longer. It was after nine bells. Jalia leaned close to Tremor "And don't think I didn't see what you did back there. You weren't all about running away." This message was last edited by the GM at 17:42, Tue 12 Mar 2019. | |||||||||||||
By the the great harvests of Aundair, she can wear that cloak like a ball gown, how is it possible?"Such a thing, it must have been an accident, imagine if it were known a Halfling stood against the Undead, the questions, the arguments." A wry smile came to the Halfling's face as did a half dozen impulsive ideas, that lead to a quick peck on Jalia's cheek. "Karl, " Tremor ducked and spun to face the companion survivor, "Where can we meet, where might I come to find you tomorrow or any day? What about this evening or any evening after this? A sign, a campaign must be mounted. I have many question, which I love, though answers, I dearly love more." | |||||||||||||
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"I look forward to our next soeaking."A karrn observance, what is that story? Turning back to Jalia, "By rights, I feel I am owed dancing, to reaffirm the joy of life. Alas that I can not this eve. I have a prior commitment. If I do not leave this instant, with all haste, I will be consumed by the Fury." | |||||||||||||
But even as he retraced his steps he wondered: had she really kissed him back? Something told him that she had. But she and he had to part, and his foot-falls carried him seemingly by leaps and bounds. For there would be dancing: "Tomorrow night," she had promised. He strangely felt that he was already dancing, and a part of his mind was thing of the tune that might go with the beat of his heart. At the plaza, he slowed. The theater had let out, and most of the patrons had dispersed, idling their ways to inns or apartments in the upscale locations of Stormreach. Most of the sellers had moved on as well, carting their wares to whatever shelter they called home; it was a late night for these, many of whom would get up again at the break of dawn, beginning their work once more. A few hardy umbrella salesmen still remained, the rain had stopped, and so had their opportunity. Everyone who needed the protection from the weather had it, or decided they would do without. There was one flower seller who remained near the center of the plaza. Tremor eyed the halfling who seemed to be slowly destroying the wares, plucking the petals from each rose until there was nothing but a stalk with thorns, and then beginning again with the next flower. | |||||||||||||
Now was the part whee calm had to embraced. Calm and orderly sorting of activity and a search for things that were a concern.Looking about for signs of ambush, agents, lookouts, weapons. Perception 03:12, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 10 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 5. Perception v Ambush/Attack Onyx. Then it was looking at his surrounds and looking for places of cover and escape. Given that the number of days he had been in the city, Vrina may expect him to be less than punctual. | |||||||||||||
Tremor did not possess the fine sensitivity to danger that the Dragonmarks of Sentinel had, but he was well-schooled, and felt secure at this place and time. The halfling youth beckoned with a rose with a single petal remaining upon it. When Tremor was close enough to hear, the rose seller said: "You are a different matter. No one makes me wait this long. And yet I waited." The youth twirled the rose, then pulled the petal off and added it to the pile of rose petals. "That would be the last petal. Any longer and you would have been too late. What have you been up to?" Tremor realised when she spoke it was the same voice that Vrina had. mentally he imagined different clothes, makeup, lighting were different-- the scope of the disguise was well within the scope of the mundane. The Pink Conch might have an edict against deception, but Vrina certainly had none. | |||||||||||||
Friendly, bordering on jovial. "I have been running my toes through tall grass, meeting family of a friend and keeping Watch for changes in weather. Tell me, how harsh were you with the messenger, when she returned with new terms of our meeting?" Deception Perhaps too easy, but a signal of caution... to the Vrina he met. 04:06, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 16 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 11. Deception she for he, re messenger This message was last edited by the player at 11:07, Fri 29 Mar 2019. | |||||||||||||
"Grave soil." she said. "And the dead." She sniffed again, deeply. "And the living. Ohh, a sweet one, that. Did she kiss you first?" She blinked her eyes at Tremor "'A question not answered.' You have had a busy evening; I'll not waste our time with that. You suggested that I could obtain an answer, in exchange for a favor. I must be certain that you could obtain my answer without such consequences as would befall me if you failed. And so I propose a test. For you. There is nothing ill that would befall me if you fail, and much to be gained, by you, if you succeed." Her face was still very close to Tremor's. He felt the breath of her whispers. "The Commander of the city Dragoons has a display case of weapons in his office. Among these is a case that once held a matched set of daggers. Whalebone hilt. Inscribed with scrimshaw. Now there is only one in the case. Obtain that knife, demonstrate to me that you have it. Then I shall make a bargain with you, for I know that you will succeed in my own quest." She purred up at Tremor's face. "You have no idea how grateful I can be...." She smiled. "Keep the knife, it will be worth a fortune to the owner. Find the other knife, and it will be worth a fortune to you." | |||||||||||||
Tremor considered her words, looking for the signs that would tell him that 'poor Veri', his fate, had already been decided and she was not waiting for this conversation to resolve.17:18, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 19 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 14. Insight v Vrina re Fate of 'poor Veri'. "A kiss at the parting. I accept. Is there a way you prefer to be be contacted?" Too keen a sense of smell, an observation that will be tested. All in all, a fair demonstration, a more harrowing rest could have been devised. | |||||||||||||
Tremor judged that her sense of smell was to keen, even for a halfling courtesan. Oh, there could be enchantments, some kind of spell coerced willingly or not from a sorcerer or wizard, but still, it seemed ... a true thing of the fair one before him. The Bear had oft said to be aware of the truth, when he saw it, for the truth was often the most dangerous thing in the room. "Send word to the Conch. A message to me that the ... fish has been hooked. But I will want to see the fishhook, for myself. I'm intrigued. You really seem like you think you can do it." OOC: Real fireworks are known but expensive, and generally not considered the worth of the price, but magical effects to the same or greater extent do exist, and are somewhat a common rite of passage for Eberron wizards. On the continent only the show would matter, but in Stormreach the pride in not using magic would be recognized as a statement of wealth, contrariness, or both. | |||||||||||||
"Oh Vrina, _what have you set me to.. that you worry so?Are you more vested in my failing, to see, that result, than the task?" The fact that Vrina now knew where he would have to be, the object tasked to him, meant that Vrina could fiddle with any number of levers. The trick was to try and see those levers and her hand upon them, should exertion be made. This may be a test of skill or a simple trade for information. Vrina did not feel the need to embellish, so gathering the information would be the fun part. The week would not be dull, thank the Host for that. Mopping.. it may be a haven for peace in the coming days. Tremor will Insight check Vrina's answer | |||||||||||||
"If you are the key that I seek you are very valuable to me. If not..." she shrugged. Tremor felt almost certain that Veri was in no danger, not even his moustaches, but he knew that to ask again to be sure might provide Vrina substantial information about his own concerns. Even his original, casual, question might have given Vrina some small leverage over him. Vrina seemed well satisfied with their business. But she seemed hungry for more. "What's her name?" | |||||||||||||
"You think you found.. I recall it differently."Tremor wags a finger, "I am sure you would not approve of any name I gave, so when I feel you are resigned to my choice, then you will have the name. I will bid adieu, May the Host Bless you and keep you in all the days to come." Tremor will take his leave with any parting words, barring being stopped and off towards the docks, checking to see if he is being followed, go to the Distillery, pick up a bottle and two goblets, then head out to the Silver Flame Lodge to meet with Doriah. | |||||||||||||
"I will be seeing you again, Tremor Enkau Valevine!" she called out to him as he crossed the plaza, flinging the rose petals into the wind. She sang the song again as he passed through the gate. "Come in through the window, and I'll show you to the door ♬ ♫ ♪ There's a devil in the basement, underneath the floor Devil in the basement, don't you look into her eyes Or she'll know just you want, and your demons will arise Devil in the basement, oh I wish she'd go away I tried to talk to her, but I've got nothing left to say Come in through the window, I'm going down to hell Close the door on your way out, and tell the world I wish it well Wooah, ohh, ohh, ohhhh" ♬ ♫ ♪ Vrina's Song His path wound through streets cleared by rain of the filth and the throng. The smells were sea salt and some kind of night blooming flower that thrived in the jungles nearby. Tremor scanned his surroundings, but there was nothing of threat or danger. 'A kiss at the parting.' There had been that, and that was a great deal. And she had said 'treasure'. In Korranberg, learning 'etiquette' there had been discussions of liaisons, and the punishments meted out for such students as would break that law. This worried Tremor little, for the haughtiness of the native Zilargans towards the halfling-born rendered any innate beauty moot. Tremor recalled another quiet walk with his mentor, The Bear: "It's a good argument, and I particularly like the way you used quotes from the lecture to make your point. It is hard, after all, to disagree with oneself." The paper had been on the hazards of Truth. "'There is a delineation between Honesty and Truth, and one can be forthrightly Honest, and say not a word of Truth.' Too true." he'd chuckled at his own words. The old gnome stopped and looked sternly at Tremor; no one was about in the courtyard. Tremor had sought solitude, and The Bear had sought him. Lazarumbear stooped and picked up a small stone. He held up the pebble "Truth spawns lies. If I say 'this is a stone,' it is one truth, from a narrow spectrum of truths. But the lies fan out in all directions. I could say 'it is a feather,' or 'it is a bone.' But because you see it the life of the lie is fleeting." He closed his fist. "Now, it could be a feather, or a bone, or nothing at all. The spectrum of potential lies and their potency has increased." He'd handed the stone to Tremor. It was small, smooth, grey, with a mottled white stripe. "If we give this to a geomancer, they could identify the stone's mineral content, give us the proper name; tell you if it is marble and granite, or sandstone... whatever. It's not sandstone. I theorise that if we should slice the stone by some means, and then slice the slices, and then so on and so on, we would arrive at a small chunk of stone that we could not say anything about that was not pure speculation. We could not even say exactly where it was, because it is so small. The potential for 'lies' about the tiny fragment of stone would overwhelm the 'truths' we could speak about it. That fragment. Only lies would hold sway. And the lies would be the only truth. But again, with a thing so small..." he shook his head. "At such a size the potency of the lies would be minimal, as unnoticed as the dust itself. " As the walked along, the gnome reached into one of many pockets. He withdrew a Siberys dragonshard; a shining gold-colored crystal with lines of sky blue and yellow shot through. It was good quality, though worn on the ends and edges. "If I ask you what this is, you might say 'Dragonshard' and be as right as you could be. But what is a 'Dragonshard?' Is it a stone, or a bone? Is it a feather? No one really knows. And so we have here a presentable something that has those un-definable qualities we were just discussing. The potency of the lies might be enough to reshape reality, and what does a dragonshard do? Why, they enable great magics. Do you see?" Tremor kept pace as the old Bear's strides quickened. "What's missing is the interpretation of the lies as truths, or vice-versa. That's the part that turns this into more than a feeble thought exercise. Someone has to perceive the duality." The Bear had stopped again and looked with a combination of hope and fear into Tremor's eyes. "And what do we say when presented with a multiplicity of possibilities?" There was but one answer to that question, though it was the one least voiced by the students. The other gnomes felt that this answer showed weakness of study, or intelligence. Tremor bravely gave that answer voice: "I don't know." Lazarumbear had grinned so widely that it threatened to split his head. "Indeed." "I recall your reason for being here. I hope you understand that 'Diplomacy' is not the core of what we teach. Diplomacy is what people do to solve problems in relationships. None of the classes here teaches to solve problems. Here we give you tools for studying relationships, people, facts, lies. Not solutions. We have presented generations of students with the tools to understand and manipulate others, and given not a whit to what they will do with those tools when they leave. 'Trust, and be content.' There is no larger picture." He made a face, and stomped along. Tremor judged the conversation was not done, and so he'd gone along. "I would like to propose for you an opportunity to work with me. Call it a Magister's project." He gestured around then and Tremor was not sure if he meant to encompass the University, Zilargo, or the whole of Eberron. "Will you help me?" Tremor's answer changed the direction of his life forever. The threads that led him to Stormreach came into his grasp that day. As to what it meant, even now, he would have to answer 'I don't know.' The Bear was gone, and all Tremor had of him was the tiny tree, and the voiceless whispers of memory. But the streets were safe, and Tremor was alive and triumphing over his obstacles. And there was Jaliah, who desired dancing tomorrow (or was it already today?) Tremor mused that there was enough time for a short rest before work. Tap had rigged the leaky haversack so that it would trickle water into a bowl for Drift. Drift was asleep. Tap was not sleeping, but seemed engaged in some quiet meditation over some warforged medallion. Tremor judged it prudent not to disturb Tap. When he woke, early, he bade Tap make the proper excuses for him when he left to go to the Lodge. OOC: if that is sufficient for you, then we shall wrap up this thread. If you want to make any further addendum, or challenge any thing I've stated, I welcome the details. This message was last edited by the GM at 16:31, Fri 12 July 2019. | |||||||||||||
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