Part 1:

It’s been fifty years since the gods brought their wrath on this world, tearing it asunder….a world nothing more than a bleak, broken, empty shell of what it once was.   Civilization has all but crumbled.  Great empires are nothing but whispers on a tempest wind.  The world… is in complete CHAOS.

No one truly knows how many survived the upheaval, but one thing is certain…people are few and far between.  Venturing outside only when they must, they are a generally frightened, lost, and depressed people.  The apathy, the anger…and the utter hopelessness has taken hold deep within all.

Even the sky is in constant turmoil… changing from its gloomy and brooding shade of gray only to unleash a freak acid rain downpour or an icy blizzard.  The air itself always feels alive, buzzing, like the calm before a storm.  Every once in a while, the sun tries to peek through and penetrate the murkiness...giving only the slightest glimmer of hope to those who so desperately need it.

The world is in a very dark place and is in need of something…ANYTHING to look forward to.

Althaea:

It is currently early afternoon and you're chatting up some of the locals, getting a feel for the community you've only recently arrived at, easily winning them over one by one.  As you begin talking with the local weapon smith, seemingly smitten with you and stammering when trying to give you his name, you're interrupted by what sounds like a commotion coming from the front gates, reminiscent of when you first arrived here at Vertigo just a couple days prior.

Vertigo, as you've come to find out, is an aptly named location, for when you look up at the inverted mountain from it's peak, dizziness soon settles in.  Quite the strange phenomenon.  Just thinking about it, you look up, knowing very well what will happen, but still amazed by the wonder before you.

As the dizziness starts to settle in, it quickly fades when you hear a child scream from where the commotion is coming from.
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Entering Vertigo was a massive shock to the warforged, as he had never seen so many people at the same place. He stood there, rooted in place, as the inhabitants went about their business, quite a few stopping to gape at the mechanical construct and its iron animals. The owl, who despite its appearance was a fey spirit under the springs and coils, flew happily, hooting around, gathering a small crowd of kids of diverse races to him, as it’s master looked on. The owl relished the attention so Sand let him play, as he was himself scanning and analyzing his surroundings. Suddenly the steel defender moved out, standing in front of the construct, it’s mandibles ready to bite, as a small girl has boldly approached him. The kid let out a little cry of fright, but Sand put his hand on his creation’s head and pushed him back, fully aware of the onlookers gaze. Dropping to one knee, still towering over the 4 years old, he softly talked.

- Sand not hurt little one. What is little one name?

But the girl was petrified with both awe and fright, clutching her ragtag doll to her chest and the intelligent Sand knew he would need to do something quickly to change this, or his stay would be short in Vertigo. Looking at the ground, he pointed at it chanting softly and the loose soil rose up, coalescing in a few second to create an earthen statue of a dog, under the amazed eyes of the onlookers. Sand looked back at the wide eyed girl and nodded, his way of smiling. Fascination took over fright in the young mind and she approached the statue, gingerly touching it, before clapping, excited.

- More! Can you do more?
- Sand can do more. Young one wants…

He hesitated, looking for the word for doll, or toy, and could not find anything. He resorted to pointing to the doll.

- Young one wants that to talk?
- You can do that?
- Sand can do, for a little time.
- What do I need to do?
- Give to Sand.

Unsure, the girl looked at an adult female observing the encounter, probably her mother, who nodded. The girl dropped her doll in the big hands of the warforged, who touched the toy with a small piece of metal, saying a few words before giving it back to the little girl.

As soon as she touched the belly, the doll started to say “I love you!”, and an amazed girl abandoned her fascination with the artificier, running back to her friends to show off her new magical toy. Sand nodded, pleased with himself, and rose, his towering 6’2” frame covered only with a red cloak standing a head over almost everybody.

- How long will that magic last? Asked the mother of the girl
- Sand can remove at any time. Do you want Sand to stop it?
- No, let her have her fun. Gods knows there's not enough joy in this place.
- Sand can ask question?
- Sure, what do you want?
- Sand looking for small hairy friends friend.
- Do you have a name for this friend?
- Alicia
- Oh, that one? You might catch her at the inn tonight.  Said the woman before returning to her child.

The gathering now dispersing, he decided to follow the crowd towards the inn.
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I made my way over to the gates, in the general direction the scream came from. I was ready to face down an enemy to keep the child from harm, but what I found upon my arrival was far from what I had been expecting.

I could see the warforged talking with the child, but I was too far away to hear the conversation. Judging by the body language of those around them, it was a pleasant interaction. As soon as the safety of the child was no longer in question, I decided to head back to the inn.

Alaric had insisted that I perform for everyone at least one time after we had gotten settled in and I had told Corsica I would sing tonight once the day's work had been completed so I wanted first pickings on supper. If I waited until after my performance, I might not get to eat anything at all.

-Corsica! I called upon stepping into the inn, What are my options for supper?
-We got slim pickings tonight, darling. Turnip stew or roasted ham and potatoes.
-I will take the stew. I know what pig gave us that ham and I cannot bear to eat it.
-She giggled, It was a cute little thing, wasn't it? Have a seat, I'll have that out for you in a flash.

I sat down at the bar while I waited for my meal. It took only a few minutes for Corsica to come back with my bowl of stew.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome. If you suck tonight, I'll never hear the end of it for letting you get up there, so break a leg or whatever.

About an hour later, all the regulars were crowded into the inn. They did not have a stage due to the rarity of travelers these days, so I sat atop the bar in hopes that everyone could hear me. I strummed the first few notes of the song on my lute and started to sing.

Following the flow of the crowd, the warforged finally entered the inn, glancing over the patrons present, looking for a human female. There was a few of them, including one that ran from table to table, taking orders and bringing food and drink to the seated customers. His 6 legged defender clacked its mandibles at a human dressed as a commoner that passed too close, and Sand had to apologize to the man, before moving out the way, finding a spot along a wall and getting his defender to stand down. With one last unhappy clack, the mechanical beast crouched down and dropped its head on his front paws. Satisfied that there wouldn’t be another incident with his defender, Sand returned to his observation of the room. As it turned out, he had a good view of the bar and he noticed the lithe elf finishing her bowl of stew, and talking a moment with the man behind the bar.

Continuing his sweep, he got accosted by Corsica, who asked what he would take. Taken aback by the unexpected question, he stammered a bit, and the waitress snarked at his indecision, before moving along, telling him to call her when he had made up his mind. The owl hooted loudly after her, before taking flight and perching himself on the main beam.

 Just then, the elf had climbed on the bar and took a seat on it. Taking her lute, she strummed a few notes, before starting to sing, hushing the room instantly, all the eyes on her. As she continued her show, the owl, with the mischievousness of the fey spirit inhabiting it, flew down, hooting in tune with the song, and, landing beside the elf, started a happy dance following the music…



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During my performance a mechanical owl flew down onto the bar and started to dance next to me. The owl gave me a calming sensation, but I could not place why that would be without disrupting my performance. I had not met the warforged it traveled with so it could not be that I was familiar with it.

Following the owls lead, I decided to get up and move a bit to really give the people of Vertigo a performance. I was paying too much attention to the owl and not wanting to step on it that I didn't notice the cup it knocked over with its wings. My foot flew out from underneath me, twisting my knee in such a way I could not bear to move. [Althaea Sylvaranth rolled 8 using 1d20+7. Performance]

Upon seeing this, Corisca came up to me, Now, Darlin', I didn't mean for you to actually break your leg. It was a figure of speech. Are you gonna be alright?

Seeing Alaric finally make his way into the inn put the pain out of my head. I smiled in spite of myself and knew now what my next song would be.

-I will be fine. Thank you, Corsica. I sat up and faced the audience once more. I think I will just sit for the rest of the night if you all will allow me that. Normally, I would take requests after the first song, but I only know one song from the realm. That being the case, if there are any musicians among you that would care to teach some to me in your spare time, I would be most grateful. This next song goes out to Alaric. [Althaea Sylvaranth rolled 23 using 1d20+7.  Performance]

I don't want to know who we are without each other
It's just too hard
I don't want to leave here without you
I don't want to lose part of me
Will I recover?
That broken piece, let it go and unleash all the feelings
Did we ever see it coming?
Will we ever let it go?
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee-deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like to live without you
Don't want to know the other side of a world without you
Is it fair, or is it fate?
No one knows
The stars choose their lovers, save my soul
It hurts just the same
And I can't tear myself away
Did we ever see it coming?
Will we ever let it go?
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee-deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like to live without you
Don't want to know the other side of a world without you
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
We are buried in broken dreams
We are knee-deep without a plea
I don't want to know what it's like to live without you
Don't want to know the other side of a world without you
Can't live without you

I played a few more songs before I was ready to retire my post. I was curious about the owl, in any case, and wanted to ask the warforged about it. I put my lute away for safekeeping and limped my way through the crowd to where I saw him standing against the wall.

Good evening. My name is Althaea and I am curious about your owl. It reminds me of something, but I cannot place exactly what that is. Where did you find such a creature?
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 5):

Part 2:

Currently, it is early evening and a good portion of Vertigo's inhabitants have made their way to the local gathering spot, called the "Better Times Inn".  Whether it's for no other reason that there is nowhere else to go, they've heard of the recent and strange newcomers, or due to the nerve-wracking thunderstorm that is shaking the mountain with its ferocity, the Better Times Inn hasn't seen a crowd like this in some time.  Even some of the tables and chairs from the inn's rooms are being pulled out into the hallways and main room to accommodate the crowd, so they can take part in the camaraderie...or maybe because no one wants to be alone; the storm reminiscent of the god's fury.



Note to players:  There are no doors leading out of the inn, on the right side of the inn/map.  The entrance to the inn is on the left side, on North of the hearth.  There is no door on the South of the hearth.  Keep in mind that the inn is carved out inside a cave, so there is only the one entrance in or out.

A fire dances in the fireplace, the wind from the storm able to reach its tendrils deep inside the mountain itself and tease it.  The barkeep Rory chats up a couple of men at the bar, while the one waitress, Corsica, keeps herself busy by swiftly and deftly taking care of the patrons.

Off in one corner, close to the entrance of the inn, Thorin and Sebastian seem to be having a heated conversation based on their mannerisms, though they do a good job of keeping their voices down below the din of the room.

The inn itself is dim, smelling of freshly cut but long since dried cedar, filled with voices of the weary. Boredom can harry as much as any foe, so everyone does what they can to keep themselves moving forward, pushing through the daily depression and anxiety that is their world now.

Quite a few heads turn when the Warforged squeezes his large frame through the door, followed by the unnerving many legged machine at his side, that always seems to be fiercely protecting the mechanical giant.  The patrons move out of the way, giving both a wide berth, still not knowing what to expect from such creatures, but trusting in Thorin's judgement to accept them into the village.

Soon following, the giant's owl flies in erratically, knocking into and bouncing off quite a few things, including the rafters built into the ceiling to prevent any cave-ins.  Corsica adeptly maneuvers out of the owl’s path when it swoops down near her, just in time before the unpredictable creature almost knocks over her serving tray filled with drinks, some of which spill a little over their rims.

"When are you going to get me some help?  I can't be doing this all on my own anymore!" Corsica shouts in the direction of Rory, who nods, but is busy filling up more drinks for the ever-growing crowd, as well as setting down a golden honeyed colored drink down for the Elven woman sitting at the bar.

If it wasn't for the Elven woman's calming and relaxed demeanor, her presence would feel almost off-putting;  her ethereal beauty matched by words laced with comforting tones, made those around her feel like they were in the wrong place, even in their own home.

The Elven woman finishes her stew, taking one last sip from her drink.  She hops up onto the bar, pulls out her lute and begins to sing.  Her voice was haunting; immediately grabbing the attention of the crowd, quickly quieting them to a hushed whisper.  Her voice matched her otherworldly appearance, pulling everyone into a perpetual trance.

Seeing the effect on the patrons, and on the little mechanical owl that had just landed on the bar next to her, starting to dance, the Elven woman decided to follow suit, hoping to help the people of Vertigo to forget, if only for a little while, the harsh world they all live in.  The owl, hooting and hollering next to her, ended up being more of a distraction than she anticipated.  The Elven woman, slipped on a drink the owl spilled only moments before, twisted her knee and crashing onto the top of the bar, her face wincing in pain.  Corsica, ever observant, saw it happen out of the corner of her eye and was quickly there, before the spellbound weapon-smith who was waiting for any chance to be close to the Elven woman again, could make it over to help.

The crowd was just starting to come out of its trance when the human Alaric, whom accompanied the Elven woman, came through the inn’s door.  A smile made its way to her face when she saw him; the owl seemingly finding new prey, flew over to where Alaric sat and began pestering the man, pecking at the hairs on his head.

Saying a quick thank you to Corsica, she sat up on the bar, addressed the crowd and began to sing a new song.  This song was different though.  It was evocative, yet saddening; the crowd was flooded with emotions that were muddled by the song's contradictory nature.  Not knowing how to react, it left an unsettling, but beguiling feeling in the audience.

Alaric, just as imprisoned by the song himself, sat there speechless, his mouth agape.  Seeing the effect on the crowd, the Elven woman, not wanting to unnerve them anymore, moved on to more jovial melodies.

If you were to ask anyone to this day, about that night, they would only remember that one song....

After the final song comes to an end, and with the patrons seemingly in a much better disposition, a warm and well-deserved applause erupts from the crowd.  The Elven woman bows, thanking the crowd several times before cautiously easing herself off the bar, so as not to upset her tender knee.

She glances at Alaric, but is quickly surrounded by some of the patrons wanting to meet and speak with the Bard about the performance, and so quickly loses sight of him.  Corsica however, quickly comes to the her aid once again, using the serving tray akin to a battering ram, blazing a path to the corner of the room, while discouraging others from getting too close by swinging the tray about.

“You did good up there, lass.  Quite the comeback after you made a fool of yerself.” Corsica snickers, and continues to battle her way through the crowd.

Now near the corner of the room, where the Warforged sits alone, it was time her curiosity of this little owl was satisfied.  The protective mechanical creature lying next to Warforged lifted its head when the Elven woman drew near, though the Warforged, quickly anticipating such, put his hand down to calm the creature.
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I made decent time today but I arrived at Vertigo late in the day and ahead of me a few people were scurrying towards the gate in the wooden stockade. It looks like work has ended for the day and like me they are hoping to get inside before the brewing thunderstorm hits. Given the poor condition of the valley directly beneath the inverted mountain I had to admire the tenacity of the people who had chosen to make their home here; though, I suppose the relative safety of the mountain caves was not to be dismissed in these troubled times.

As I approached the gate a stocky dwarf on the battlements peered down at me, no doubt noticing my armour, the sword at my hip, and the dust and grime that more than a week of travel with few opportunities to wash had layered on me. “Halt stranger! State your business in Vertigo.” He yelled down in challenge.

I pulled the hood of my cloak back revealing my light brown hair and ensuring he could clearly see me face and offered him my most sincere smile. “Good evening neighbour. I am a weary traveler in search of a friend who may have come through these parts. Tonight, I am looking for a safe place to clean up and rest for the evening. Can you recommend one?”

He eyed me for a few seconds before responding. “You can get clean water for washing at the well at the base of the waterfall near the main cave entrance; its straight ahead from the gate entrance, you can’t miss it. The inn may have some space available for the night. It’s nothing fancy and will be crowded but it is safer than out here.”

“Thank you.” I reply nodding my head in his direction. “Be well neighbour.”

Passing through the gate I look around the area inside the stockade. It seems the town’s inhabitants have made the most of available land to put it some crops. I wonder how well they do given how little light must reach under here? Maybe there is a druid helping them?

Seeing the waterfall, I joined a small line of people waiting at the well. When it was my turn I fill my water skin and a small bucket before moving aside to find a private area to get cleaned up. After washing myself as much as I can with my washcloth, relishing even that meager luxury, I put on my travelling clothes and inspect my armour. It has held up well on the road and after applying some oil I pack it away with the rest of my gear, but keep my sword handy as I move towards the main cave entrance.

After a short tunnel I enter a larger cavern with a number of smaller caves leading to other spaces. Unsure where to go, I stand still for a minute before the sound of many loud conversations coming from one of the caves to my left catches my attention. That had to be a tavern and if the inn was not co-located I am sure the staff could direct me to it. And there would be food, hopefully hot food! As I walk towards the cave entrance the voices are coming from, the sound of a lute and singing drifts over me, the other voices inside lower in respect. It was good. I am not familiar with the song but the voice was clear and whomever, was playing the lute was obviously skilled. As the music drifted over me I could feel the tightness in my shoulders relax and I pushed a lock of vibrant blonde hair off my forehead. Oh yes, they were good.

Just inset from the cave entrance was a wooden door, the only door I can see in the cavern, the other caves being blocked off with rough curtains. Opening the door I am surprised to see that the entire cave had been lined with wood paneling, giving the room the appearance of an old style tavern rather than a roughly carved cave. They even did the floor! It was well lit and a fire was burning in a hearth on the left side of the room, the smoke drawing into a smooth stone chimney that I guess is dwarven make?  A single barmaid weaves her way between the tables carrying food and drink whilst evading the lecherous hands of drunken men with the casual ease of long practice. Judging by the ragged edge to her smile I figure she is busy and resign myself to wait before ordering supper. Standing at the bar, an elven woman gently strums on a lute, evidently the source of the music. She can both sing and play an instrument, impressive. Next to her on the bar, a mechanical owl flaps its wings and hops back and forth from leg to leg roughly in time to the music. Huh, that is not something you see every day. I have seen small automatons before but never something that could appreciate music. The musician starts to dance as well but her foot slips and a wince of pain crosses her face as she collapses back against the bar  before sitting down in a chair. To her credit her song continues with barely a hiccup.

As the song comes to an end I see her exchange words with the barmaid before starting up another song. I do not know this one either. I guess I am more out of touch than I thought. I take a look around hoping to find a mop of unruly dark hair resting atop a thin, fidgeting frame but I am disappointed. Roland might have passed through but he is not here now. The tavern patrons are a mixed lot and I notice another Half-Elf in the far right corner arguing with a male dwarf and consider going to introduce myself since it is rare to find someone like me but the sneer plastered across his face is not encouraging. His clothes are much finer than the others in the room but a closer look reveals the signs of wear and fading colours. Is he clinging to past status or is he a poser who does not know better? Either way I do not want to deal with him right now.

In the other far corner stands a pair or odd statues: one an approximation of a tall humanoid and the other a strange six legged construct. Is that supposed to be some kind of giant insect? They do not really fit in with the rest of the tavern atmosphere.

Holy Rao did they just move! Sorry, sorry!

I watch in wonder as the humanoid statue’s head turns to watch the mechanical owl as it flies over to a human male flitting about his head and pecking at his hair. Meanwhile, the mandibles on the strange creature clack together. I wonder if it is scolding the owl? Very interesting, no one in the room looks like a Wizard or Artificer; I wonder who is controlling them? Ooh, ooh maybe someone found an ancient control rod for them! The humanoid one at least likes like it has some mileage.

I settle in to wait for the barmaid to have a minute quietly enjoying the music. I say a small prayer to Rao as the music surrounds me. Even in a chaotic tavern music always makes it easier to commune with him. I order some ham and potatoes and sit back letting go of all the small irritations that a day spent travelling always creates and just relax.
As the music ends I look up to see the elf woman speak quietly to the barmaid leaving the bar and approaching the two constructs limping slightly. I leave them alone for a minute or two not wanting to interrupt but I really want to get a closer look at the construct! I make sure not to approach on the side of the six legged one since it seems a bit prickly.

“Good evening neighbour, I just wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your music.” I say to her in Elvish. “It has been some time since I heard such and it is ever a gift. In return, If you would permit it I may be able to help you with your leg.”
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Ever since he has almost accidently invoked the owl, the little beast had been a trickster and showoff. In the weeks since this casting, when Sand was pretty much alone, it had not showed too much, but ever since arriving in Vertigo, he had the audience he probably had always dreamed of, first with the children and now with the crowd at the inn. The warforged looked on as his bird started to dance on the improvised stage with the bard…

With one flick of its mechanical wing, a glass was accidently spilled,  and the bard slipped and fell. Sand almost recalled the owl to avoid more incidents, sure now that he would be kicked out before he could complete his mission, but the bard recovered beautifully, signing a haunting song that left everyone mesmerized. Even the owl was now calmed down, although he did pester the human that seemed to be recipient of the song. Sand almost reached into his leg for the tools he needed to cast spells, curious to see if magic was woven in the powerful melody, but he decided that is was not worth it. Since his owl was responsible for the injury, he would offer to fix the bard’s leg, and might need his own magical energy, so he determined that he would approach the bar after the song. His good intentions were however washed away by the most beautiful music he had ever heard, and he stood transfixed like all the patrons during the show, barely noticing a blonde woman entering the inn and taking place.

After what seemed like a too short moment in a musical heaven, the show was over and Sand mentally recalled the owl to him, the animal hooting a protest before taking flight and coming back to land on his outstretched hand. But he did not come alone, the limping elf was right behind him!

Good evening. My name is Althaea and I am curious about your owl. It reminds me of something, but I cannot place exactly what that is. Where did you find such a creature?

Noticing the slight grimace of pain of the elven maiden, Sand rose from the single chair he had been occupying and gestured to the elf to sit down, the red cloak that constituted his only clothing billowing around his huge frame.

Sand is sorry bird injured you.

Just as he was about to unravel his leg to pick his tools to do his healing magic, the blonde woman arrived and said that she had enjoyed the show and could heal the elf’s leg, in a melodious tongue that Sand had never heard before… but that he realized he could understand! Looking more closely at the not quite elven, nor human face, the mix surprisingly exotic, he haltingly said in the language of his elven makers, so many decades ago.

Sand can also fix leg, Sand feels responsible for bird’s bad behavior.

Waiting for the elf permission, while the owl hooted loudly in protest near his ear canal, he reverted to the common tongue.

Sand not found bird. Sand was reading short hairy friend book of magic when Sand understood how to call magical friend. Bird found Sand. Sand not lonely after.

A loud mandible clack interrupted him, startling the owl that flew off, while the warforged looked at his creation, unhappy.

This one Sand built. Sand likes to build.
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This is awesome! No breathe stay calm! In and out. In…and out. Okay, is it Sand or is its master Sand? Strange name, maybe it is a gnome? Does not matter, focus. Ohh, Maybe the insect thing is Sand and it is some alien from another plane and it is using the other as its mouth piece! Damn it! In……and out. I quietly rub a lock of strawberry blond hair between thumb and forefinger; lets see how this plays out.
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I nodded my thanks to Corisca before she left to attend other patrons of the bar. The warforged was kind enough to offer me his seat and I gingerly took it, trying to relieve the sharp pains stabbing at my knee. I took a moment to look around the tavern while I collected my thoughts. I could scarcely see Alaric, he was surrounded by many of the patrons. I noticed most of those surrounding Alaric were the people I had conversed with throughout our stay in Vertigo. I would speak to him later when there would be less of an audience.

Near Alaric, I could see Thorin arguing with Sebastian again. He seems to be giving the dwarf a multitude of problems in the time I have been here. I should see if there is anything I can do to ease the tensions between those two. It would be unfortunate if their arguments turned into a fight. That is the last thing the village needs right now.

Turning back to the two claiming my attention, I noticed the woman standing next to the warforged. She appeared to be roughly an inch shorter than my height of five foot eight inches but was more muscled than myself, which was likely due to her being only half-elven.

-I appreciate both of you offering to heal me. I will allow it, but it is not necessary. I am capable of healing myself and have been doing so for many years. positioning myself to better look the warforged in the eyes, So, you cast a spell on a bird and then, this one found you? When you say this, do you mean an entirely separate bird came to you or that the bird you read to became this one? It sounds as though, this one is your familiar, which is why it feels so familiar to me. Its magic soothes mine in this place. I miss my home.

Looking at the owl, a deep longing feeling rose inside me. I held out my arm to it for a perch so I could inspect it closer. Though, I knew not if it would come to me. I looked between Sand and his creation for permission.

-You said you built this one. How does one go about this? I have never seen it done. I pointed to the defensive construct at the warforged's feet.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 10):

She will allow us to heal her. Okay. Note to self, just cause someone makes beautiful music does not necessarily mean that is someone you want to meet. Have to add that to the list later.

I bow my head in the elf's direction. "My apologies madam, it was rude of me to interrupt your conversation." I say in common since it seems to be the construct's preferred tongue. It knows more than one language! I wave my left hand to indicate the construct while I continue to rub the lock of auburn hair in my right. "I yield to one with a better claim. Be well neighbours."

I step away but stay nearby. I want to keep observing the construct. Maybe I will even speak to it once the elf leaves. Or should I be talking to the mechanical insect? Is that some kind of beetle?

Taking a look around I notice the half-elf and the dwarf are still arguing in the opposite corner. Judging from the looks being cast their way, they are important people in this town. I wonder what the rest of the townsfolk think about this argument (Insight check: 23)?

I grimaced again, despite myself. I did not like showing weakness. My family had instilled in me from a young age not to. We were royal and above such common things as pain. It had been one of my mother's favorite philosophies, I hated my mother.

The half-elf, whose name I had not even bothered to ask, made a quick and gracious exit. I would have to apologize once the stabbing pain in my knee subsided. It was getting bad enough I had acted as my younger self, the one who listened to the teachings of a cold-hearted queen.

-I apologize, Sand. I am not perfect and when I experience a large amount of pain, I have a bad habit of being rude to hide that fact.

I pulled out my pan flute and played a short melody, then placing my hands on either side of my knee, localized the healing spell.

I sighed in relief.

Would you pardon me a moment, Sand? I owe an apology to the young lady who just left us. And I plan to beg our bartender for some ice or a stiff drink. I will be back in a moment.

I saw a path up to the bar and ordered a drink from Rory. While I waited my turn, I saw that the woman had not gone far when I scanned the room for her. With drink in hand, I approached slowly, so as not to twist my knee or startle her in the crowded room.

-I owe you an apology for my behavior. I was not raised by a kind woman and I am still working on breaking the habits she instilled in me. I apologize for my manners. You are welcome to join us should my presence not be too offputting. What is the phrase the humans say? I snapped my fingers a few times, trying my brain to come up with the answer quickly. Can we start over? My name is Althaea Sylvaranth. What is your name?

The blond woman took a step back, saying that Sand had a better claim to heal the minstrel and started to be interested in the other corner of the common hall, where the dwarf that had allowed Sand in, after a very long interview on how he had gotten the dwarves brother ponies, and another half-elf in fancy clothes were in a heated argument. Sand did notice that she was still glancing towards him and his defender, questions burning in her eyes.

Despite giving her permission to heal her, the bard decided to do it herself, while asking some more questions to Sand about his bird, that had flew off to perch himself on her shoulder, hooting softly, rubbing its head on the elf’s.

Sand followed instruction in small hairy friend book. Big fire in small pot, lots of smoke and bird was in smoke, there was no bird before. Book very difficult to read, Sand still trying to understand all. Sand hope Sand is clear, very difficult to explain.

If his fixed visage could have showed frustration, it would have now, as the brilliant mind encased in the metal shell struggled to get past his apparently inherent limitations. Instead, he moved his head sideways, cocked at an angle, the eyes seemingly glowing brighter for a second.

Sand built big friend to help defend Sand and ponies. Sand had to fight dead things and alive things to protect ponies to come to Vertigo. How Sand did?

His head cocked to the side again, the jaw shut and almost grinding as he was thinking.

Sand… Sand just knows. Small hairy friend called it magic. Sand just knows how to fix things, build things. Sand don’t like broken things, Sand fixes. Sand saw pile of metal and plans to big friend just came to Sand.

The warforged shrugged, unable to explain how he knew those things, unaware that his creators had instilled him with deep rooted knowledge, designed, destined to be as he was.

Althaea then excused herself and rose, disturbing the owl that flew off, perching himself on the main beam of the inn, hooting some kind of owlish song. Sand nodded and moved out of the way, looking at the elf going to the bar, and approaching the half-elven woman that was half listening to the discussion between Thorin and the half-elf.

Alone in a sea of people, Sand sat down on the chair the elf had vacated and took out the pieces of the broken carved rocks that he had found on his trek to Vertigo, finally having time to repair them.

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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 12):

As the elven woman finishes her apology I turn to face her with a smile. An elf actually apologized to me what a wonderful day! “It is nice to meet you Althaea Sylvaranth. I am Andraste Giltris.” I say inclining my head to her twirling the lock of dirty blond hair in my right hand. “I believe I understand, often the wounds inflicted on us by our parents are the hardest to overcome. I will happily join you and Sand is it?” I asked indicating the construct which appeared to be fussing over some pieces of rock. “If you would give me but a moment.” as I turn back to observe the half-elf and dwarf in the other corner for a moment longer. It looks like this is expected behavior between those two. I will keep an eye on it and of it looks to be escalating I will intervene. Shrugging my shoulders slightly I turn back to Althaea, "After you."
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In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 14):

Alaric smiled to himself as he watched Althaea through glances through the throngs of patrons, doing what she does best.  He didn't want to interrupt for a myriad of reasons.  This was where she shined;  sharing the wonders of her personality that he had come to know in just the short time they'd been together and in Vertigo.  Entranced, he had to shake himself out of it, before looking too much like a creep, should she see his constant watch.

He decided to do some socializing of his own and looked about the room for anyone that of interest.  The Dwarf and Half-Elf continued their heated discussion, which ebbed and flowed between anger and frustration.  It was late and he was not in the mood to deal with that.

Walking and scanning the room, he eventually came across this one woman who, judging by her  eccentric look, was surprised he missed seeing her earlier.  She was a little hard to see, tucked away in the mouth of a hallway that came down from what could only be the inn's rooms.  She was alone, which wasn't surprising giving her strange appearance, and smiling at the contentment of the people around her.  He thought it safe to approach and so made his way over, grabbing one of the free chairs, flipping it around and introduced himself.

The woman was mostly human, though had some rough features that eluded to curious mixture that he just couldn't place.  Whatever it was, the human side of her seemed to shine through, which in this case, was probably a good thing.

It was hard to explain what the most eccentric thing about her was, as there were many.  She wore a black top hat, with a strange band of various adornments that were mixed with old and new miscellaneous items.

Her pallor was mixed with a slight gray undertone, her hair fiery red, but stringy, and not in a dirty way. She wore a light brown overcoat, covering a laced shirt, the same color as her hair.  She had a belt with various pouches and instruments, though they were mostly hidden behind the belt and skirt she wore underneath that.  She had black rimmed circular glasses that teetered on the edge of her pig like nose, her nostrils seemingly larger up close.  She worn brown leggings that fed into eccentric boots that held a host of chains and small lockets.  The thing that caught Alaric's eye though, was a necklace around the woman's neck, which was orb like, dangling from an iron chain, which seemed to swirl like a maelstrom, its colors of green, purple, and blue, drawing him in.

After shaking himself of the orbs beauty, he felt it was probably time to introduce himself, which was long overdue, as she stared at him with a strange curiosity.

Good evening to you.  My name is Alaric, and may I say, that orb is quite fascinating.

She smiled at him, knowingly due to the orb's effects on others, and said, A pleasure Alaric.  My name is Alicia.





(Note:  She does not have a mechanical dragon, nor a gun, nor a multitude of glowing items on her, but this was the eccentric look I was going for)

She accepted my apology! Most people just see my elven beauty and assume I am still putting on airs. Being my mother's daughter has brought me nothing but grief. Andraste does not know to be prejudiced of my mother. A genuinely happy smile spread across my face.

-Yes, his name is Sand. Thank you. Most people usually do not accept my apologies thanks to who my mother is. This may sound forward, but I wish to be your friend.

I realized it had been many years since I had last had a good friend. Maybe this place is not as bad as I initially thought it was. Leading Andraste back to where Sand was sitting in the corner, I deliberately led us in a roundabout path to refill my drink. In doing so, it put me close enough to try and overhear Thorin and Sebastian's conversation. They normally do not argue for this long and I was starting to worry about it escalating. Althaea Sylvaranth rolled 13 using 1d20+5.  Perception (hearing based).

-Once we were both back to where I had left Sand, I asked, What brings you both to Vertigo?

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 16):

A friend? That would be wonderful in this unfamiliar place. She does not look like she is from here either; maybe we can support each other as we find our place among these strangers! I have never had an elven friend before; they always seem to be in a hurry to get away from me.

“That would be nice.” I say offering her a smile. “In uncertain times nothing is more precious than friendship.” Was that too pretentious? Argghh, does not matter it is out there now. Out of the corner of my eye I catch the faint threads of pink running between the fingers of my right hand. Oh…sugar!

As I follow Althaea back to the table with the trio of constructs I cast my eyes across the room looking for possible trouble (Perception: 21) or anything that seems out of place. As we settle down, I turn to Althaea and hold up a finger. “Another moment please.” Turning back to Sand I incline my head it its direction. “I overheard your name is Sand. I am Andraste Giltris and it is a pleasure to meet you.” I say holding my left hand to my breast. “Would you like some company or would you prefer to be left alone to work on your project?” I say indicating the rocks he had been examining.
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The owl was still hooting his song, dancing on the beam, still in the beat of the bard’s performance. The impish creature was having the time of its short life, the show with the bard having fully awaken it’s extravert attitude. Yes, the spirit inside the mechanical body was bound to the warforged and having lots of fun playfully tormenting him, but now he had lots more people to play with! Deploying it’s wings, it swooped down silently just in the path of Corsica, barely missing her, and her mighty backhand. Hooting like it was laughing, it flew over the bar, disturbing a conversation between a young human couple holding hands. As long as its master was not calling on him, the spirit intended to have fun tonight…

The dark haired youth he had tormented during the bard’s song after she had mysteriously stopped dancing with him had just sat down neat the corridor leading to the rooms, another place to explore for the owl. Finding all the doors to the rooms closed, the inspection was short lived and it decided to go back to annoy the dark haired human. Before he reached him, the female talking to him moved her legs on her chair, and a tiny jingle caught the owl’s attention. There, on the woman’s boot, was a small bell, and he swoop down to land under the chair, hitting the bell with its beak repetitively…

Meanwhile, Sand had disposed the fragments of carved rock on the small table, and having found 2 pieces that fitted together, had gotten his small hammer from the secret compartment in his leg, the wood fiber coiling out like tentacles to expose the storage space. With it, he chanted for a minute while  delicately tapping the matching pieces, magically combining the two pieces to make one, like it was never broken. Taking the now single piece with an unexpected delicacy from such big hands, he was examining it when the two women came back to him and asked if they could join him. Nodding, he started to delicately pick the stone pieces and put them back in a small velvet bag.

Sand pleased to offer place. Sand was passing time, found broken rock and Sand curious to see what is on it.

The half-elven woman offered her name as  Andraste Giltris, an information he filed away, nodding, then the elf asked what they were both doing here in Vertigo.

Sand was found by small hairy friends many moons ago, they freed Sand from ice and gave Sand his name. Sand had no name before. Small hairy friend told Sand they had friend in Vertigo, Sand is looking for her.

In reply to Sand (msg # 18):

Small hairy friends? I wonder who he is talking about? I have met a lot of people who fit that description. Ha, Old Wonzbar would definitely fit that description; crazy old Gnome! He did make the best potions and tinctures.

Once Sand had finished its response I turned back to face Althaea. “I am looking for someone who was last seen heading north from Smalltown.” I said tugging gently on a lock of brown hair. “He got into trouble and had to leave in a hurry but he has never been outside a settlement. He has great potential but makes poor decisions under pressure and I don’t want him to see him back-slide into old ways.” I said my voice lowering as I finished the sentence.

“Anyway," I said clapping my hands together, "Vertigo is the closest town from where he was last seen and I think he would be fascinated by the mountain.” My voice picking up again as I finished. “What about you? I am guessing you have traveled farther than either of us.” I said indicating her unusual clothing with my left hand. (Insight: 21)
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-Small hairy friends? I do not quite understand what you mean by that, Sand. Are they animals? Or would you be able to point out a person here that is similar to them? You seem to have more intelligence than you are able to voice. I just saw you mend a broken stone whole again. Not many people can do that. Or build that. I said, pointing at the smaller, insect-like construct. Does it have a name?

I pondered over Sand and his creations another moment, trying to remember my lessons from a child and whether I had studied something similar, but was coming up blank. Perhaps this is something to consider at a later time.

-Turning to Andraste, I smiled, Yes, and no, I spent five days traveling here from the time I left my home and it seems that you and Sand may have traveled farther than that. However, you are also correct, my home is not on the Material Plane. I hail from the Feywild. I think you would enjoy yourself there, young one. It is magical.

Talking about my home brought back the ache of being sent away. I may not believe in all of my mother's practices and philosophies on how royals should behave, but I still miss it. I could imagine myself running through the trees and dancing under the moon, where my mother's watchful eyes couldn't see. I reached out my hand as if to touch it and the image shattered. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror along the wall, the glow fading from my eyes once more.

Would you excuse me? Talking about home requires a refill.

Althaea did not seem to understand the only way Sand had found to describe a dwarf. Looking around the room, he pointed to Thorin.

Short and hairy like Sand’s friends. But friends dead, killed by dead things that walk. Sand alone after, for many moons, only with short hairy friends animals. But nasty animals with big teeth wanted to eat short hairy friends long legs animals, so Sand built big friend. To protect.

Althaea asked if the defender had a name. Sensing that the elf was talking about it, the beetle like creature clacked its mandible.

Sand never thought of giving name. Sand never had name before short hairy friend asked for one and gave one to Sand.

Looking at his creation, he pondered for a few moments, when the two women were talking about their own reason to be in Vertigo.

Sand will call big friend… Clacker. Yes, that is good name. Sand will call bird…

Looking around he realized his familiar was nowhere in sight.

Where is bird?

In reply to Sand (msg # 21):

I sit in silence as Althaea leaves the table to get a refill. The Feywild…She was right, I had enjoyed it once; the memories had faded and were full of painful associations but I was happy there once. Maybe someday I would return but for now there was too much to do here to indulge such selfish desires.

Seeing a hint of blue out of the corner of my eye I shake off the memories and look to Sand as it tried to find the the mischievous owl. “How about Scamp? It seems fitting.” I say with a small smile before turning to face the larger insectoid construct. “It is a pleasure to meet you too Clacker.”

I return my attention to Sand. "What do intend to do once you find her? This friend of your dead friend."

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The owl was hitting the little bell repetitively, the tinkling sound discrete but persistent.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Something was wrong… the wearer of the bell was not reacting. And the familiar did not feel like hitting the bell anymore.

Ding …Ding ……Ding ……Ding………. Ding….

Peace flowed through the spirit, like it had never known before. Calmer but still curious as to why this mortal was not reacting, the owl walked out of under the chair and look up from the boot, up the leather covered leg to the red haired face, with the glasses precariously perched on the tip of the nose of the woman. The familiar just stood there, transfixed.

How about Scamp? It seems fitting, said Andraste, to which the warforged agreed readily, answered that he didn't really know what he would do when he would find the dead dwarves friend, apart from telling her of their fate, before realizing that his owl was nowhere in sight.

Where is bir.. Scamp?

Calling on the magic that linked them, the vision of the warforged faded to black before showing him a different view, that of boots and foot chairs, the conversations unclear. Shaking his head to come back to his own senses, he rose from his chair, and started scanning at the floor looking for the owl.

Scamp looking at boots and floor, not answering magic summon, can Andraste help Sand find Scamp? Sand go this way.

He pointed towards Thorin and Sebastian. Careful not to bump into the other patrons, he started his search, worried on why the normally airborne creature was staying on the floor.

Sand rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Perception.
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In reply to Sand (msg # 23):

Ha, he liked it! Or is he just humouring me? It does not matter. If I was a mechanical owl where would I go?...Not on the floor so that will not work. I stand up, pick up my stuff, and make my way along the wall moving back towards the entrance trying to glance under each table without disturbing its occupants. If that does not work I can always ask the other patrons. (Perception: 16)

In reply to Andraste Giltris and Sand (msg # 23 and 24):

Sand walks ahead, working his way towards the back end of the room, near Thorin and Sebastian, while Andraste makes his way along the wall, moving near the hearth, towards the entrance.

While both searching for the bird, Sand already nearby, otherwise it might have escaped his view, and Andraste, who was keeping his eyes and ears perked all over for the bird, but just couldn't seem to pinpoint his location near where he was looking, see this:

In front of the table where Thorin and Sebastian sit, a large puff of gold and silver smoke explodes into view, then collapses in on itself, only to momentarily reappear again.  One the smoke collapses once more, standing in it's place is Althaea, a knife to Sebastian's throat.
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In reply to Takmarin (msg # 25):

Well that is not good. I make my way through the crowd towards Althaea as she holds the half-elf gentleman at knife-point. Got to see if I can get in her line of sight; I do not want to startle her. I stop 10 feet away from her keeping my hand well away from the sword at my hip, my right hand lightly holding the pendant on my necklace.

“Good evening neighbors. Althaea Sylvaranth do you mind if I call you Althaea? I am sorry but I do not know your names.” I say to the other two at the table while keeping my eyes focused on Althaea, trusting my peripheral vision to tell me if the others are going to do anything foolish. “Please, tell me what the problem is.” (Insight: 4)

Sand had been alone for the majority of his conscious life, these few short hours spent in Vertigo having been the most social interaction he ever had. And now he had to process a new concept, violence between sentient humanoids, as the bard that had given such a entrancing show a few minutes earlier was now threatening the half-elf dandy. The dagger did not waver as it was poised to strike at the neck. Instinctively, Clacker sensed the tension in his master and rushed from his resting place, knocking down a few chairs along the way, to stand beside the construct, mandible ready to strike. An observant person could even have noticed that the wood fibers on the warforged right arm seemed to weave out, before returning to their normal position. Needing all the help he could get to figure out this social interaction, Sand used a minor spell to enhance his comprehension.

He could hear Andraste trying to defuse the situation, but she was behind him, if something was to happen, he would need to be ready.

Sand not understand, Althaea, please explain to Sand what is happening. Did man hurt Althaea?

Further away, near the entrance to the rooms, another commotion took place, as Scamp finally sensed the summons of Sand and took flight, hooting loudly, doing a flyby right before the half-elf dandy’s face, before sweeping back to observe the situation.

Sand rolled 12 using 1d20+5.  Insight check - trying to figure out what is everyone role in the drama.
Sand rolled 1 using 1d4.  Guidance on the insight check.
Scamp used the flyby ability, causing a help action.

I turned my attention to Sebastian. In one fluid motion, I had disappeared from his view and reappeared behind him, a dagger to his throat. You sniveling mongrel, while you are correct, I cannot carry the cache of weapons, I am more than able to defend myself. I am not from this world, you see. The predators of my home and far more dangerous than yours. I would love to see you dance on a bar, with a newly made familiar that has not learned to behave and see if you retain your footing on a spilled drink. Oh, and you have to play the lute and sing while doing it.

At this point I could see Andraste coming over worriedly, Good evening neighbors. Althaea Sylvaranth do you mind if I call you Althaea? I am sorry but I do not know your names. Please tell me what the problem is.

I must have some sort of beacon on me. I could hear Sand chiming in as well, Sand not understand, Althaea, please explain to Sand what is happening. Did man hurt Althaea?

There is no problem. I have no intention to hurt him. No, he did not hurt me. As for the construct, whose name is Sand, feel free to ask him yourself. The other young woman is Andraste. Alaric will come with me, should I ask.

I released the dagger from his throat and turned my gaze between Thorin, Sand, and Andraste, who had shown up during my speech to Sebastian. I apologize for my behavior, Thorin. It is unbecoming of a lady to act in such a way. However, Sebastian has no reason for the attitude he bears against everyone. Turning back to look at Sebastian, It is unfortunate that you no longer have the power to control these people, but that does not give you permission to act as though the world is against you. Everyone is just trying to survive the best they can.

With things seemingly getting out of control quickly, both Sand and Andraste come to Althaea's side, trying to assess and diffuse the situation.

When the dagger is removed from his throat, Sebastian seems generally unscathed by Althaea's retort, though the perspiration running down his brow might suggest otherwise.  His gaze bounces quickly between the table and Thorin, not wanting to meet that of his oppressor.

Seemingly trying to appease the situation as well, which you can only imagine is unlike him, Sebastian says:  If you and your friends would all be willing to go and procure the cache of weapons from my keep and come up with SOME sort of solution to get the them back here, then that would be prove very helpful.

Quickly, and before Thorin can stop him, Sebastian says in Thorin's direction: I'm perfectly fine with her risking her life to prove she is worthy to stay here.  Earn her keep, by going to my keep.   He snickers to himself at his little play on words.

Thorin's voice, had a way of booming, though still managed to localize it so that it wouldn't echo through the walls of the inn:  Sebastian, I've had just about enough of your rudeness.  You are becoming more of a bane than a blessing and if this should continue, you will be forced outside the walls and no longer welcome in Vertigo.  Have I made myself clear? Sebastian nods, silent for once.

Althaea, if you and your friends are truly up to the task, and please know I'm not asking you to do this due to the danger involved, our people, would be grateful.

Sebastian, you will be accompanying them as well.  You've been stressing the importance of this for months, and unless you were just trying to get someone to collect some of your personal things and not had your heart set on helping these people, I expect you to go as a guide.  Your help would ensure an expeditious return for all.

What?  That is completely unnecessary.  She has said herself that she is most capable, I am sure she can figure it out on her own or at least with the help of the others. Sebastian exclaims, now seemingly worried.

It's at this moment, that the argument became moot and everything changed:

From out of the back storage room, east of the table where Thorin and Sebastian sit, two lone figures, with skin black as night and hair white as snow, silently emerge from the shadows within.  The purple eyes of the front figure, a male drow elf, flicker with disgust  right before he quietly makes an arcane gesture with his hands, and the room goes completely and utterly dark.

INITIATIVE!

General Note on positions:

Everyone is currently in the top left corner of the room.

Sebastian:  Currently in the seat in the top left corner of the room.
Althaea:  Is to the Northeast of Sebastian, against the back wall.
Thorin:  Sits opposite Sebastian and has his back to the Drow.
Andraste:  Directly South of Sebastian.
Sand and Clacker:  Directly South of Thorin.

Some additional notes:

The Darkness does reach the ceiling and you are ALL currently within the darkness.
Before the Darkness engulfed everything, there were no citizens other than Thorin sitting at the seat near you, between you and the Drow.
The Drow were last positioned with one at the door and one in front of the other, in the square NE of the end of the bar.
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Great. Fighting drow was definitely something I wanted to do tonight. Not!

Alaric! Rory! Corsica! Get everyone who cannot fight out of here! I do not wish there to be unnecessary casualties! I shouted above the din of the tavern and I pulled out my rapier and wand to prepare to fight.

Althaea Sylvaranth rolled 14 using 1d20+4. Initiative.

Sebastien tried hard not to be flustered by Althaea’s sudden action, but subtle signs did show that the half-elf was not comfortable. He did regain some of his previous bravado while trying to convince Althaea that she should go outside the wall to recover something or another, but with Andraste and Sand. Thorin bursts his bubble quickly, and Sand couldn’t hide his nodding, representing smiling. Sebastien had a way of getting on people nerves and had already found its way on the synthetic ones of the construct. Then Sand realized that he would be travelling with the blustering man, and he stopped nodding…

Sand was about to open  his mouth to ask details about the quest when Althaea started issuing orders for everyone to leave, and he had time to see the two dark skinned, white haired creatures before everything went dark.

Scamp, Sand’s spear!

The owl took flight in the darkness to fetch the weapon, trying to get out of the globe, as the right arm of the warforged unraveled, a wicked looking blade extruding from the metal and wood, Clacker standing at his side.

If only he could see something!

Sand rolled 3 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.
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In reply to Sand (msg # 31):

Not how I thought the night would go. Got to keep this contained! Civilians except for two are out of the way for now. Ohh, Drow's like crossbows...Sugar. And now I cannot see. That is okay just got to be patient. I can do this!

Andraste Giltris rolled 6 using 1d20. Initiative.

OOC: Just to be clear this is the current layout?


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In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 32):

OOC:  You are one square North.  Thorin is still sitting on the bench.

The 1st drow is one square south of it's current location.  The 2nd drow is in the current 1st drows location.

Meanwhile in the shadowed corner furthest from the fire . . .

Drow. Thorn's heart stopped, even as her mind raced. Only two males. So they weren't expecting resistance, their mission was relatively unimportant or a nasty surprise was coming in under that Darkness. Based on its extent, both Drow must have cast the spell, meaning that they couldn't pull that trick again. Better yet, they were sloppy - she could just make out one of them in the hearth's dim glow. And maintaining Darkness required concentration. A rare smiled graced her lips as she readied her chakrams. As it happened, she knew two excellent ways to distract them. Or three, she recalled as Aisling silently spread his wings. She was going to enjoy this.

Panicked humans fled past her hiding place, but the three figures she had been observing most closely readied for combat. She hadn't misjudged their courage nor, she hoped, their abilities. And if she could impress them here . . . perhaps she could join them when they departed. Though strangers new met, they seemed to share some sort of connection that she couldn't quite define and she had sensed that a direct offer of her skill for theirs would be somehow unwelcome. This was a chance to demonstrate her worth - to Sand, the hulking creature who crafted such beautiful mechanical animals, to Andraste, whose features suggested that she might know of the Sy’Tel’Quessir and to Althaea, whose singing had stirred emotions buried since Thorn's earliest childhood.

It was time. To fight. To secure allies. To put the endless caves of Vertigo far behind her. And, someday, to find what she sought.

Stealth Check: 19
Initiative: 22

In reply to Mathorn (msg # 34):

OOC:

Initiative Order:

Mathorn
Drow
Althaea
Andraste
Sand

Mathorn, you're up!

Given that most of the party is in a cloud of Darkness, for this first round, let's have everyone post when they can (Not Necessarily in Initiative Order) and we can use Private Messages as needed to adjust the posts as necessary, as say, when someone moves and gets out of the Darkness, what they then see, etc....

I will then do a recap post of the 1st Round, putting the pieces together of what happened.  Does this work for everyone?
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Seeming to materialize from nowhere, two blurs of metal whir through the air. At the same moment, a piercing shriek of challenge rings out as a clockwork kite swoops across the room shooting a storm of sharp metal pinions toward the Drow.

Aiming one attack toward each Drow:

Thorn makes chakram attacks with advantage.
Primary Weapon -  25, 19
Damage - 11
Off-Hand Weapon - 16, 24
Damage - 8

From 60 feet away, Aisling attacks whichever Drow succeeds on his concentration check.
He then flies back to Thorn.
Pinion Storm - 11, 25 (if he gets advantage too)
Damage - 4
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Chaos ensues as the darkness envelops the tavern's main room.  The citizens of Vertigo scared and panicking, never suspected a deadly threat to come from within their only sanctuary in this broken world.

Everyone was caught off guard when the attack begun.  Rory, cornered behind the bar, just couldn't find the nerve or will to react quickly, and as the Drow stride forward, Rory drops down in the corner of the bar, helpless.

Near the inn's entrance, you hear the piercing screams of a woman in torment, and can only imagine in her confused and blinded state, that she tried to run out the front door, but walked right into the burning hot fires of the hearth.

With the only escape route clouded in darkness, the frightened citizens not caught within the cloud were led by Corsica huddle in the lower left corner having just enough time to flip a table for cover.

In the lower right corner of the room, two spinning metal discs come racing out as a  figure emerges from the shadows.

The surprise on the Drow's face show that they didn't expect any resistance, especially not  with such ferocity.

Each of the two metal discs met their mark.  The first, slashing the leading Drow across his left arm, leaving a bleeding gash and then the second, a stinging blow across the other Drow's ribcage, finding purchase as the Drow was aiming with it's crossbow, dropping it due to the pain.

The Drow leader smiles, unruffled and unwavering, continuing his path forward, the other, putting away his weapon.

Following quickly after, a shrill sound cuts through the air, as a bird of prey materializes from above with murderous intent.  The Drow, reacting quickly to the sudden and unexpected onslaught of the cloaked figure, ducks and parries the metal shards.

The Lead Drow straightens himself, rapier and crossbow in hand, curling his lip.  The crossbow lowers, the Drow's gaze still ahead at the figure in front of him, and fires.  A scream of pain can be heard behind the bar and the Drow smirks as he hops up and over the bar with ease.

Quickly closing the distance to the figure ahead of him, he thrusts forward with his rapier, piercing through the leather armor with ease.  His blade embedded in the figure, his eyes light up with delight, as the poison at the end of his blade seeps in.  (Thorn: 9 damage + 4 poison damage, total 13 damage)

Seconds later, the other Drow, begins to gesture in an arcane manner, his thumb and pointer fingers of each hand touching, all spread wide.

Fire erupts forward, searing the female figure and the back right half of the inn. A couple paintings on the side and back walls, as well as some flowers and napkins on the nearby table, are now ablaze, the burning heat, almost unbearable in such close proximity.   (Thorn: 4 fire damage) (Running Total: 17 damage)

As quickly as it began, the fire from the Drow's fingertips stop.  Corsica holding a serving tray in front of her as added protection from the heat, is tucked away behind the table, as well as the other patrons she was able to round up.

The lead Drow makes a couple quick silent motions with his hand, while he continues engaging the figure, who looks in bad shape after the initial onslaught.
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A poison rapier pierced her flesh. Fire scorched her skin. The darkness remained. Yet Thorn didn't regret her decision. It had been risky, but - despite it's lack of success - tactically sound. And although she was badly wounded, the Drow hadn't killed her yet. They would regret that error.

As the leader signaled to his subordinate to move down the hall, she shouted in clear, if oddly accented, Common "Caster - hallway. Leader - melee, southwest corner. Both injured." She paused for a heartbeat, reluctant to admit to weakness, though under the circumstances it was foolish to do otherwise. "So am I."
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I heard an unfamiliar voice call out the drow had moved farther south into the tavern itself and that they had sustained injury. The leader of the drow was still in melee with her, but another attack could potentially be fatal from the way she seemed reluctant to voice that concern. I moved south toward the voice as quickly as I dared in the darkness. There were still tables and benches posing as obstacles to be avoided, so I was unable to make as much progress toward her as I would have hoped. Knowing the new position of the enemy, I calculated the leader was of a bigger threat at this instance and I wanted him away from the source of the voice. The pan flute I had fastened around my neck, for times when I needed my hands free, helped me weave the magic of the spell to life. Once my spell had taken flight, I shouted inspiring words to the voice I heard to help her in her time of need.

I am coming to help you, be not afraid!

Move: South along west wall, 20ft gained
Action: Dissonant Whispers cast against drow leader. Wis save DC: 13 required 10 damage
Bonus Action: Bardic Inspiration to Thorn. Duration: 10min. 1d6 to add to attack roll, saving throw, or ability check.

With the completion of the spell, the drow leader turns and runs from Thorn, whom he had been in close combat with toward his fellow drow in the hallway.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 42):

The Drow leader suddenly drops his rapier, as his hand instinctively flies to his head, holding it in agony, the pain of Althaea's discordant melody wracking his brain.  He turns, his only want to be away from the song only he can hear, cursing as he retreats from it, realizing he's left himself open for the enemy in front of him to swipe at him.

Thorn did not know precisely what she had expected, but it certainly wasn't music. For just a moment she was completely nonplussed and her confusion only grew when she saw agony appear on the arrogant Drow's face and his weapon clatter to the floor. Althaea's voice rang out, causing disconcerting feelings of confidence and well-being to flood Thorn. Troubled by the foreign emotions, yet buoyed by tide, she slashed out at her opponent as he fled.

Attack: 17
Damage: 7
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Taking hold of my pendant I hum a hymn asking Rao to help me protect others. I ready my shield before drawing my sword. I hear the cries of a badly injured women behind me but I cannot take the time to help her yet, there is a more pressing danger loose in the room. I advance towards the sound of fighting and the darkness falls away leaving me blinking at the sudden brightness. I can see the barmaid huddling behind a table and her serving tray to my right and it looks like the rest of the patrons have joined her in that corner. Near the entrance to a hallway, stands a badly injured female elf, she must have been who called out earlier, weapons in hand facing towards the hallway. I cannot see the drow anywhere in the main room and judging from the woman's posture I guess both of them have gone done the hallway. I stride forward, passed the elf placing myself to block the corridor. Down the hallway I can see both drow one holding a rapier seeming intent on a human women trapped in the corridor with them. No not human, half-orc maybe? Does not matter, the other drow crossbow in hand is further down the hallway clutching his head in pain. I take a defensive stance and and call out loudly in Elvish, “I doubt you were expecting resistance. Lay down your arms and we will resolve this peacefully.”

Turn Summary
Bonus Action: Cast Shield of Faith on self
Action: Equip Shield
Interaction: Equip Longsword
Move: Walk towards the hallway
Speak: See in bold above. (Persuasion: 24)
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We will resolve this peacefully? Thorn could scarcely comprehend such fatal ignorance and naivety. Clearly, she had been as dangerously inaccurate in her assessment of Andraste as the half-elf was in her understanding of the Drow. Or perhaps her words were a spell like Command? Thorn would have to consider this and observe her carefully in the future.

For the moment, however, the tactical situation had changed: "Down the hall. Both of the them."
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The owl finally broke through of the darkness and started to look around for the spear, hooting. Locating it at the south west corner of the inn, prompted on the wall, it swoop down, grabbed it in its talon and tried to fly off with it, only to find it too encumbering, the end dragging on floor. Bravely, the familiar beat its mechanical wings furiously…

Sand heard the battle sounds, the screams, the screech of the mechanical kite and the tactical calls on the situation, but could not see a damned thing! Deciding to follow the sounds, he walked south with Clacker towards the battle, and after bumping in a few chairs, he finally got out of the darkness, seeing Scamp bravely trying to bring him his spear, Andraste’s back in the corridor and a badly wounded elf woman dressed in leather, with bizarre metal disks in hand, part of the inn in fire. There were still sounds of panic in the  darkness, but there was not much he could do while blinded!

Clacker, go help Andraste!

The mechanical beetle scampered off on it’s metallic legs, making no efforts to be stealthy to stand beside the half elf woman, mandible ready to strike. With Scamp bringing him his spear, he decided to go tend to the elven warrior.

Double move for both Clacker and Sand, to bring them as close as possible to respectively Andraste and Thorn.
Clacker's reaction is ready to protect Andraste and he has his own action right after mine.
Double move for Scamp, to bring the spear to Sand next turn.

In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 45):

Chuckling to himself, the Drow speaks:  You filthy half-breed.  Speak to me again and I will cut out every tongue in this shit-hole and feed them to you one by one before I rip open your chest and dance in it.  You have already lost, you just don't know it yet.

You have no idea who am I, do you?  There will be no laying down of weapons, unless they are yours should you be smart enough to surrender.  I suggest you run little half-elf, or you will die this night.  Be careful half-breed, your human weakness is showing.

Thorn was unimpressed, but hopefully the Drow's response had been sufficient to disabuse Andraste of her fool notion of negotiation. Suppressing her pain, Thorn darted to the hallway as quickly as she was able. She assessed the situation, pleased to see that the caster was still in range. As Aisling dove towards him, harrying the mage with beak and talons, Thorn murmured the word prey under her breath in Elven and spun her chakram through the air. The moment the weapon and Aisling returned to her, she ducked back to take cover behind the cave wall beside the door.

Aisling helps.
Thorn casts Hunter's Mark on the mage and attacks with advantage.
Attack: 15, 7
Damage: 14
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In reply to Mathorn (msg # 49):

As the two metal discs flew through the air, the bird of prey close behind them, Thorn new they wouldn't hit home.  The caster, was ready for the attack and was able to dodge them with ease, his Elvish grace making it almost look like a dance.  The bird, coming in for a swooping attack, was also no match, as the Elf ducked out of the way without barely a look, his gaze focused on prey of his own.

Suddenly, the cloud of darkness at the North end of the inn drops, immediately followed by an eerie blue glow that surrounds Alicia and Thorn.  The caster steps forward, thrusting his rapier at Andraste, slicing right through the magical barrier and into her ribs.  (8 damage + 9 poison damage)

As the Drow leans in with his rapier, he says:<i/> Your last thoughts will be of you wishing you never spoke to your Elvish superior with such nonsense.  A pity...you'd make a wonderful slave.

The Drow then darts back behind Alicia and puts the blade up to her throat.  Behind him, the Drow leader moves up behind them, readying his crossbow.

Put your weapons down NOW or this one dies.

Alaric looks in Alicia's eyes; a person who through their whole conversation has seemed at peace with the world they live in...until now.  Her eyes grow large, and she begins to lose it, murmuring, Please no...what do you want with me...I'm nobody."

Alaric, jumps back against the south wall of the hallway, pulling his sword as well, ready to fight.
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I continued to move to where the sounds of fighting could be heard until I was outside the radius of the darkness, blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes to the brightness of the tavern. I could see the two drow had cornered Alicia in the hallway, very near to Alaric. I would not allow him to be harmed by the drow.

Stepping forward, so Alicia, Alaric, and Thorn were clearly in my sight, I called upon an otherworldly version of myself, my beauty almost radiating from my person.

Again, playing a melody on my pan flute, magic settles around the caster, willing him to stay in place.

Move: Across from the hallway so I can see and be seen by Alicia, Alaric, and Thorn.
BA: Mantle of Inspiration- Alicia, Alaric, and Thorn are granted 5 temp HP. They can also immediately use their reaction to move (up to their movement speeds) without provoking Opportunity Attacks.
Action: Hold Person cast on the caster Drow. DC 13 Wis save.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 51):

The musical melody of the flute purposely drifts over to the Drow, who suddenly stiffens as the magic hits his ears, taking hold of him...his face and body frozen and unable to move.
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Seeing my spell take effect on the drow, a devilish smile creeps onto my face.

Alaric, be a dear and escort the lady out of the hallway. The drow will not attack you. In fact, their caster has been held up, so to speak. He won't be able to do much of anything for a minute.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 53):

They always make that choice and it is always a tragedy. I try to deflect the one Drow’s rapier but am too slow. I have gotten too used to my armour. Another point for the list. He steps back after the strike and grabs the women before awkwardly holding his rapier to her throat.

“Put your weapons down NOW or this one dies.”

Well that is not going to happen. I will have to end this the other way.

More flute music comes from the back of the room and the Drow stiffens in place, a look of panic filling his eyes. Seizing the opportunity, I knock the women aside and drive my blade at the Drow’s centre of mass channeling all of my desire to save the women into the strike, glimpsing blue out of the corner of my eye.

The blow lands but the Drow is standing. I will leave me him to my allies for now and move to square off with the leader.

Turn Summary
Action: Attack Drow Caster (22 to hit for 25 damage)
Move: Square off with Drow Leader
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This fight reminded Sand of the battle he fought when he was alone with the ponies, against some of the undead horrors he encountered while travelling to Vertigo, many against one. Only this time, he was part of the many. There was a lot to process but the analytical mind of the warforged was up to the task. Scamp was still bringing the spear, so the throwing option was out of the book, as Clacker continued on his previous instructions, trying to wedge himself in the mass of bodies in the corridor to protect Andraste, and took a bite out of the paralyzed drow, unable to go closer to the leader.

Sand evaluated his chances to shoot at the leader and dismissed them, the press of the bodies too dense, the drow leader partially hidden behind his companion. Instead he decided to jump in the wolf's den and reached out behind his back to pick up his oversize shield, extended his hand where Scamp dropped the spear with a grateful hoot and move to the back of the corridor, ready to strike at the drow.



Clacker moves, standing as close to Andraste as possible
Sand’s BA, Force rend from the defender on the caster, 19 / 16 to hit (advantage), 12 (double dices value crit) force damage
Sand’s action, don his shield
Sand's move, bring him to the back of the corridor, creating a pinching maneuver with Andraste on the drow leader
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Thorn suppressed her annoyance as she glanced down at the blue light liming her body. Faerie Fire. All the more reason to avoid their line of sight. Scanning the hall, she saw that while both Drow yet stood, the caster's body was frozen, his rapier menacing naught but empty air. Perfect. Again she flung her chakrams. One cut deep into the male's chest while the other slashed across his throat. Arterial spray splashed Aisling as he buried a razor sharp talon in his enemy's eye. Then the pair vanished around corner before the body hit the floor.

Thorn attacks with advantage.
Primary Weapon: 22
Damage: 11
Off-Hand Weapon: 16, 21
Damage: 12
Aisling makes a melee attack with advantage.
Attack: 10, 16
Damage: 10
Distracting Nuisance: When the stimfay successfully hits a creature with its talons, that creature cannot make opportunity attacks until the beginning of its next turn.
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In reply to Mathorn (msg # 57):

Once again, the Drow leader thought to himself, they underestimate the superiority of the Drow.  Sure, it was a pity that Yaznar was dead, but that was inconsequential to the task at hand.

In one swift movement the leader drops the hand crossbow and scoops up the rapier of his fallen brethren, rips the necklace off the glowing human woman's neck, and disappears in a puff of black smoke, only to reappear next to the Elven woman, whose music has been nothing but trouble and headaches.  So he buries his newly acquired rapier in her, up to the hilt, driving his point home as he whispers You....Are....Nothing.  (9 weapon damage + 12 poison damage)

Searing pain erupts into the Drow, wracking his body with an unholy light.  Angry and frustrated, he looks around to see where THIS could possibly be coming from.

He awkwardly makes a quick and silent hand gesture, using his hand with the necklace and dealing with this new found pain, and squares to face off with the other Thorn in his side, ...but not before a huge smile crosses his face, as another Drow enters the inn from the same doorway he originally entered in.

This is why the Drow were the dominant race and destined to take over the surface world.  Not once did any of these imbeciles think that there were more than just the two of them.  Sure, they didn't know how important this mission was, but that was besides the point.  We could have stripped this place of all life if that was our end goal, but to think that the surface scum never once thought to secure the door the Drow had come from, shows their incompetence and naivety.

The newest Drow, another Male, came rushing in with the speed of a Cheetah, and with similar speed, completes an arcane gesture sending waves of sticky webbing 20 feet long, and 5 feet deep throughout the mouth of the hallway, enveloping the foolish creatures within.  With the same speed it entered, the Drow takes the necklace from the Drow leader's hand and runs towards the mouth of the doorway he came in.  Thorin, takes a swing at the Drow as he rushes past, but the Drow is just too fast, his fist connecting with empty air.
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Searing pain flooded my abdomen. Looking down at the rapier hilt protruding from my body, I cringed. I had forgotten the drow were able to mimic my own ability with a spell. The drow next to me was in rough shape as well, serves him right. The other drow was now the problem. He cannot be allowed to crawl back to the Underdark with that amulet. Not if I can prevent it. The mystery drow probably wouldn’t expect me to stop him. In his eyes, I would be indisposed with his leader. Playing the same melody on my pan flute, I let the spell out.

You picked the wrong Eladrin to attack. How much do you know of the Queen of the Feywild? My Mother will not be pleased to hear of this.

Action: Hold Person on fleeing drow. Wis save DC 13
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As the strange metal rings and mechanical bird, I think it is supposed to be a type of Raptor,  streak passed me and savage the one Drow the leader rips a necklace from the strange woman’s neck before he is enveloped in a burst of dark smoke.

I look around quickly eyes wide. Where did he go? I turn just in time to see Althaea reel back from a blow, the Drow leader standing before her bloody rapier in hand. “Enough.” I call out and point my sword at the Drow calling on Rao’s power to punish those who violate his peace.

Suddenly, a dense web fills the hallway between me and the main room but I am able to force my way through coming out opposite the Drow leader from Althaea and sweep my sword low striking his leg hoping to hobble him.

Seeing another Drow frozen in place while fleeing I call out to the others, “Get the runner.”

Turn Summary
Move: Push through the web to flank the Drow leader
Action: Attack with advantage (20 to hit for 10 damage)

A lot happened in a few seconds. Blood gushed out of the frozen drow as the strange metal disks fly by him, nearly decapitating him. The drow that Sand was about to strike disappeared and struck Althaea in the back, before Andraste gestured at him and holy fire engulfed him, the drow screaming in pain.  And another Drow ran past, casting some kind on spider web in the passage, that Andraste powered through, before taking the stolen necklace from his companion and running out of sight, the paladin calling to get the runner.

But first, Sand needed to get out of the sticky strands, failing to avoid the initial strike (10 dex save). With a mighty heave, he started ripping the silk from the wall,(15 str check), before getting stuck again as he tried to walk through the rest of the web (12 dex save). If he knew how to curse, he would certainly be doing it now!

Clacker had more success, (15 dex save) dodging the web and running to Andraste, still following the trail on the drow, trying to cut his leg off with his mandibles. (16 to hit, 10 Force damage)

The owl familiar had been hovering over the battlefield, noting all that happened. He saw the drow take the bauble that had fascinated him a few minutes ago, give it to a fast moving enemy that was trying to escape. The little fey spirit wanted to see that bauble again, so he tucked his wings, dive bombing the running drow to try to grab the necklace from him.

Clacker moves to the leader and attacks with Sand’s BA
Sand uses his action to rip out of the web and moves out of the hallway as far as possible
Scamp tries to grab the necklace from the now paralyzed Drow
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Fear. It almost paralyzed Thorn at the appearance of the swift new Drow. A Monk. She was already wounded. He would close with her and then . . . she knew what would happen. As she fought to regain control of herself, to remember that things were different now, the Drow cast a web across the floor. Relief flooded her - he was just another mage.

Her mind clearing, she analyzed the battlefield. Althaea had frozen the new male as well, but she was badly wounded and still locked in combat with the leader. Trusting Aisling to distract him, Thorn released both chakrams. As she had anticipated, her enemy easily avoided the kite's metallic pinions, but in his graceful evasion he unthinkingly dodged to the exact spot where her chakrams converged. And ripped him apart.

Unwilling to take chances, even with an immobile caster, she ducked back behind the relative safety of the bar.

Aisling helps and then returns to Thorn.
Thorn attacks with advantage. She takes cover behind the bar.
Primary Weapon: 25
Damage: 8
Off-Hand Weapon: 7, 22
Damage: 12
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The chakram user once again found her mark. With the drow leader fallen beside me, I tucked my wand beneath my chin and pulled his rapier from my torso, dropping it to the floor before grabbing my wand from where it was nestled against my chest. This drow definitely underestimated my ability to restrain others. This fight could have gone a completely different direction had I not arrived before them. Due to the late arrival of this drow, I wondered if there were still more lying in wait, or how they came to be here in the first place.

Thorin, do you think you could investigate the storage area where the drow emerged from? I want to be sure we will not have any more surprise guests this evening.

Moving across the room to stand next to the paralyzed drow, I made a quick stab with my own rapier. My attack would not be enough to fell the drow, but I would take advantage of his suspended state to weaken him.

Free Action: Speak to Thorin.
Item Interaction: Pull rapier from my abdomen, drop it on the floor.
Move: 30ft to stand beside paralyzed drow.
Attack: Rapier (22, 21 to hit with advantage) 12 piercing damage

I watched as what I thought of as the Drow Leader was cut down by those flying discs as he evaded the metal bird. That was inconvenient; I was hoping to talk to him, maybe find out what he was after. Oh well, there is at least one more left maybe I will have better luck there.

Turning I advance on the frozen drow, beads of sweat form on his brow as he struggles to break free from the spell holding him. Althaea gets there before me and lunges at him with her rapier. The chances of taking this one alive are dwindling fast. I advance quickly and raise my sword high before bringing the hilt down on his head, "We want him alive if possible." I tell the others. If I can end this I can see about helping any of the injured

Turn Summary
Move: Advance to the last Drow in view.
Action: Attack with advantage (21 to hit for 17 damage)
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We want him alive if possible

Andraste had come up beside me and brought her sword down on the drow's head, knocking him unconscious. I was not sure if he would have continued to be held by my spell for another round. Pulling out my rope from where I kept it on my belt, I tied up the drows hands and feet so once he regained consciousness, he could not flee.

Looking around the tavern for Rory and Corsica, I called out, Rory, Corsica, is anyone injured?

Chakrams still at the ready, Thorn quickly scanned the room for additional threats. Finding none, she transferred her Hunter's Mark to the surviving Drow to improve her chances of killing or tracking him should he escape his bonds. Then she strode over to the corpses and began searching them with calm efficiency. Although deftly setting aside valuables, she clearly considered them a secondary concern. Aisling observed the proceedings with keen interest.

Thorn:
Transfers Hunter's Mark to the surviving Drow.
Investigation Check 5
Aisling:
Investigation Check: 5
They're looking for evidence of where the Drow came from and/or why they want the necklace. Also, shinnies.
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The Drow crumples under my blow and I take a second to look around for any more threats. With none in sight I turn back to find Althaea already binding the Drow's hands and feet. That is excellent; it is nice having help again.

I take a quick look around the room to check for injuries. The worst I can see is a woman who appears to have fallen into the fireplace during the fight, she is barely breathing, the smell of charred pork wafting off of her scalp. I move up beside her and take her hand while saying a soft prayer for Rao to intercede. I feel a chill run down my arm as his healing powers flow through me and in to her, her breathing improves and the burns recede leaving pale skin in their wake. This is still relatively new to me and I am thankful that he feels I am worthy to be his agent. I bow my head in silent thanks, pale blow hair damp with sweat hanging around my face.

Alright, whats next.

Sand groaned as he struggled in the web, watching the leader of the drows cut down by the metal disks, after a beautiful demonstration of coordination between the other metallic bird and it’s owner. Then both Althaea and Andresta  moved out of his view and suddenly the magical strands disappeared, like nothing had even been there, unbalancing the construct, that nearly fell at the lost of resistance. A couple of heavy steps later, he was able to get out of the hallway and surveyed the situation. The mysterious warrior was looting the bodies of the drows, Andresta was looking after a badly burned woman, Althaea tying up the third attacker,  Clacker watching over him, mandibles clacking  in anticipation for any unwanted movements.

A groan attracted his attention behind the bar, where a wounded man was lying down, a crossbow bolt in the chest. Sand didn’t know much about human anatomy, but he knew a serious wound when he saw one. Pulling on the bolt to remove it, he started a little chant, as magical healing energy coalesced over the man. (Cure Wounds, 6 Healing)

Scamp had not found the bauble he was looking for in the hands of the dark skinned humanoid. Hooting in frustration while Althaea was binding the drow, he started to look frantically for the necklace on the unconscious drow (investigation, 5)
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The remaining Drow, now unconscious and tied up, lies against the Northern wall, his back up against it.

Thorin, cautiously moves forward and closes his eyes.  You hear the sound of wood creaking and groaning inside the storage room, protesting against whatever magic Thorin silently casts.  When the magic is done, Thorin's eyes open and he turns to the group.

They broke in through the wall.  A tunnel lies behind the wood.  For now, we are safe, but will be up for discussion once we clean up this mess.

Hearing her name, Corsica, never one to keep her mouth shut, yells out: Doing OK back here.  None injured luckily.

With the chaos finally abated, Andraste and Sand rush to help those in need.  Andraste tends to the woman with serious burns, and Sand over to Rory, who was just a moment ago groaning and gurgling from behind the bar.  Meanwhile, Thorn searches through the bodies of the Drow.  Unfortunately, in the little times she has, she comes up short, fumbling through the pockets.

It's at this moment, Sebastian, who was huddled up in a corner speaks up.

SEE THORIN, this is EXACTLY what I've been talking about!  We need that cache more than ever!  Luckily these brave heroes were able to stop them, while we were all defenseless!  I couldn't have done anything that they could have done, and would probably just have gotten in the way!  We need those weapons to defend ourselves and need to take this seriously, just like I've been saying ALL ALONG!

Thorin, rubbing his temples, something you've seen at least 4 times just this evening, and says, You're still going with them Sebastian, cut the crap.

Sebastian, now red in face, says: Are you serious?  They almost killed us all!  The singing one shed more blood on the floor than that of the enemy!; this one over here tried to persuade the DROW to drop their weapons!?!? DROW!; The giant metal one is just a glorified animal handler!  Speaking of which, what the hell is that metal bird doing to the captive? This whole thing is a fucking circus!

Did it escape your attention that we were doing just fine, until this mismatched troupe showed up?  THEY brought this upon us.  Maybe one of them was followed?

Until they can show us they have good intentions, THEY should be the ones going to the Keep, not me.  If they are one of the enemy, you're basically giving me a death sentence!

Still rubbing his temples, with no end in sight, Thorin calmly says: Corsica, can you please be a dear and escort these people to their caves.  Jacob, go alert the guard of what's happened, and anyone who is sleeping is shit out of luck.  Get them up, moving, and helping to fortify our defenses until we know what the Drow's goal is.
 Help them anyway you can.  We'll be working double time tonight.
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Knowing what Scamp was looking for, I bent down to help the owl. He did not appear to be having much luck in finding the amulet. Sand came over to calm Scamp and I aided him in looking the drow over for the amulet. We did a thorough search of the drow but were only able to find a component pouch, a dagger, and an uncut gem the size of a marble. I was curious about the gem, there may have been a spell cast that we were unaware of preventing us from finding the amulet and it might tell us what spell. [Intelligence: 14 to determine the gem]

I could hear Sebastian start ranting about how brave we were to fend off the drow only to end it with how utterly incompetent everyone really was. I had enough of him that was for certain. He needed to be put in place.

You're giving yourself a death sentence, Sebastian. What have you done since you came to Vertigo? Did you learn how to fight or defend yourself? Did you learn any other useful skills? Are you able to weave magic for healing or protection? While I cannot say why the drow came here so shortly after some of our arrival, I can say that my magic was a big part of stopping them. And if you do not lose that temper of yours when you spittle out words in my direction, you will be the next one I use that magic on. I turn to glare in his direction as I say, Do I make myself clear? [Intimidation: 20]

I start chanting under my breath to see how he will react, knowing full well I cannot cast a thing without the melody from my pan flute to aid the spell. Perhaps he has not been paying enough attention to that, though.
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With the man’s breathing stabilizing after the spell healed him, Sand stood from behind the bar.

Sand helped injured man here. Come tend to him.

The furious hooting of the owl caught his attention and he moved over, directing the owl to leave the drow, his clothing covered with small rips from the talons and beak of the frantic familiar. Helped by the bard, he managed to find a small pouch and a dagger, but no necklace… where was it? It was obviously magic, the drow had not left the room so there was still a chance that it was still in the inn. (Investigation with advantage 22, 10)

Sand will attune to magic, maybe Sand find necklace.

Just as he started his detect magic ritual, Sebastian started an argument to which Althaea replied, her words dripping with disdain. Concentration broken, he move away from the pair to start again.

Clacker on the other end, did not like at all the tone Sebastian was taking, the mechanical beetle taking a few steps towards the dandy, clacking it’s mandibles to show it’s displease.

After 10 minutes, Sand started to slowly walk around the room, sensing for all the magical energies present in the inn. He was looking for the necklace, but still payed attention to all the magical emanations he could find, his own cape glowing with arcane light.

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Covered once more by her hood, Thorn considered the prisoner. She did not understand why he yet lived. Unless they intended to bring powerful truth magic to bear, they could not think to gain any useful intelligence from him. That he was opportunistic, she had no doubt, but she could not imagine he would fear them more than the one who sent him. That being the case, what could they possibly offer him to induce such a betrayal?

And try as she might, she could find no reason at all why the mage wasn't gagged to prevent him from casting spells the moment he awoke. She tore off a large piece of the shirt from corpse she'd been searching and stalked toward the unconscious male, roughly stuffing the cloth into his mouth and securing it thoroughly. That was something at least, but she still planned to stay well clear when they indulged in the exercise in futility that was questioning him.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 70):

Eyes going wide, Sebastian can't do more than stammer out..Well...um...I've done more than you'll ever know...hrmph. before stomping off, like a petulant child, but with a little extra pep to his step.
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The woman appears to be fine now and none of the other patrons seems to be injured. I watch as Sand helps up a man from behind the bar. There is a bloody hole in the man's shirt but it looks like Sand was able to help him. Sand looks towards the surviving Drow which Scamp was pecking and trying to open pocket with its talons all while hooting loudly, and bobbing up and down. Sand soothes the owl while Althaea and the other elf seem to be searching the Drow and his fallen comrades. Maybe they will find some clue as to what their objective was. Thorin has checked the backroom and informs us of the tunnel the Drow had used and that it is currently secure and begins to rally the town's defenses. Good, I feel better with someone local in charge it makes it easier to get things done.

God I am tired; this has been a long day. Well, still some things to do before I can rest. I look over to see the elf woman cut a strip off one of the dead and uses it to gag the unconscious Drow. Good thought that, I forgot he was the one to cast the web spell; I need to do better. I make my way over to the Drow and remove a sack from my backpack and seal it around his head; the weave is loose enough that he should have no difficulty breathing but tight enough that he should not be able to see out of it.

Suddenly the Half-elf man begins to bluster from his place in the back corner, at first praising us for saving them then condemning us as barely competent. The more he speaks the more I am sure that I was right on both accounts earlier; he is a desperate poser who is grasping onto past status to comfort him in the uncomfortable circumstances he finds himself. Althaea is quick to cow him back into silence; I understand why she lashed out at the man but fear is a poor way to manage a situation. At least she did not draw her dagger this time. It truly is the small victories that keep us going.

I turn back to face the strange elven woman. "Many thanks neighbour. That fight would have ended very differently if you had not intervened." I say to her bowing slightly at the waist. "I think it best we take this one elsewhere so that we can have a conversation. I do not want him overhearing anything of interest while we do." I move to hoist the Drow over my shoulder and head towards the exit. "My name is Andraste Giltris. What do you wish to be called?"
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In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 74):

At Andraste's polite question, Thorn's manner altered suddenly and completely.

While her face remained as impassive as before, her posture, so confident and poised in combat transformed utterly becoming docile, even submissive. She was apparently making no active attempt to hide, yet her eyes were averted, her head slightly bowed, her presence so muted that the eye naturally glanced over her as it would the vacant air.

Her voice, clarion in the din of combat, was soft now – only just loud enough to be heard clearly – and she spoke slowly as if unable to find the proper words or considering each one with the upmost care. "Thorn."

She followed the half-elven woman, walking not beside her, but to her left and a few steps behind.
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Huh not as I expected. Either she is used to having to be submissive or she does not trust me. Could be both I suppose. Oh well it is not like she knows me, I will just have to work to earn her trust. Alright, softly spoken, avoiding eye contact lets see if she responds to a gentle approach.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Thorn. You may call me Giltris." I keep my voice as soft as hers. "I feel much safer having you keep an eye on him while we do this. It will be a little while before he wakes up do you want some food or anything else while we wait?"

In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 76):

A pause. "Healing, maybe. If not, I'll manage," Thorn replied in her strangely accented Common.
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I turn to face her and offer her my right hand, voice soft, "I can do that but you will need to take me hand."

In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 78):

Thorn reached out, her hand stiff at the unfamiliar touch, but she met Giltris' eyes for just a moment and gave a sharp nod of respect before glancing away once again.
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Once again I feel the chill run down my arm and out through my fingers into Thorn's. I give her a small smile before letting go of her hand and stepping back. "Althaea Sylvaranth, Sand we are taking the prisoner to the smithy if you wish to join us there." I call back into the room as I walk through the door.

Summary
Action: Lay on Hands for nine hp.

Hearing my name from across the room, I looked up from the gem I was examining to see Andraste and the woman with the chakrams walking toward the door of the inn with the drow over her shoulder.

I will meet you there shortly, I have a few more things to take care of here. There is no need to be so formal, please just call me Althaea.

The amulet that was taken from the strangely dressed woman seemed to be nowhere to be found. Perhaps I should speak to her and find out if there are any special properties of the amulet. Walking over to where she stood near Alaric, I said, Hello, I am Althaea Sylvaranth, but please call me Althaea. Are you injured?

I waited her her response before I continued, What is your name? One of the drow took a belonging of yours, but we cannot seem to locate it. Are there any properties of it that would prevent us from finding it?

Following the directions given me by the Dwarf leader we find the smithy easily enough. I spend a few minutes clearing an area were I can put the captive down where he will be relatively comfortable but cannot reach anything that would be a danger to himself or us. Once he is down I pull my armour out of my backpack and begin putting it on piece by piece. I glance periodically at Thorn but she remains quietly in the corner, observing. I have a lot of questions I want to ask her (Where did she get that mechanical bird? Where did she learn to use those strange rings? What else can she do?) but I think she just needs some time to herself. Finishing with my armour, I take out my waterskin and take a drink of water before offering it to her but she just shakes her head. Nodding I put it away and take out my violin before settling down on an overturned bucket where I can watch the Drow and the entrance.

"If you do not mind, this helps me relax and focus." I say to her softly. "I am not as good as the woman back in the tavern but I like to think I can string a few notes together." When she says nothing I settle in and begin to play a soft, slow tune and wait for the Drow to regain his senses.
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While Giltris played her strange instrument, Thorn sat down in the darkest portion of the cave with her back to the stone and began cleaning the blood off her weapons and Aisling’s feathers. As her hands moved through the familiar motions, she reflected on the skirmish. Her fear was unacceptable. Beneath her. But it had caught her by surprise and that would not happen again. She had not needed to perform mental training exercises since she was a small child, but she did so now, determined to visualize combat against a monk again and again until she found a way to survive it. She would be prepared in the future. She would not falter or fail.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 81):

Scared and confused, the woman looks at you, but isn't really looking at you, as if she is in some far off place.  It takes a second for her to snap out of it, but when she does, you can still see the trepidation in her eyes.

What?  Oh...no, I'm not injured I don't think.  Why, am I bleeding?

She starts looking herself over, frantically, but when she can't seem to find anything, she calms down.

I'm...I'm Alicia.  N-n-nice to meet you Althaea.  I'm Alicia.  Oh, I already said that.  Um...no...there shouldn't be anything that would prevent you from finding it.

His ritual completed, Sand’s vision changed, his eye color changing from dark purple to slightly more blueish, as he started his round of the inn. A cape here, weapons, armor, baubles… but nothing that could be the necklace that the drow took from the extravagant woman. A little frustrated, he doubled checked, expended his search radius, even going in the back rooms, feeling a slight residue in the wood of the wall, before the magic left him.

The warforged move out of the room, shaking his head, just in time to see Andresta leave with the prisoner and Thorn. Althaea approached the owner of the lost necklace and started talking to her as Sand got nearer. Flustered, the woman said her name and that there was no reason why they couldn’t find the necklace.

Sand looked for the necklace, looked at magic. Sand could not find. Is necklace not magical?

A mental signal to the familiar sent him looking again, at a wide eyed view, Scamp hooting happily to be able to look for the fascinating bauble. ( 21, 7 perception with advantage)

Preoccupied by the blood on the elf’s shirt, he started to cast his healing magic on the bard, expending the last of his magical energies for the day (Cure would, 5 HP). He then caught on that the woman had said that her name was Alicia.

Sand knew Alicia friends. Sand looking for you in Vertigo.
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In reply to Sand (msg # 85):

Alicia looks up at Sand, I'm sorry, you said you know my friends and that you were looking for me?  It's been quite a crazy night.  I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.  Forgive me.

Do not fret, Alicia, you are not bleeding. Not all injuries happen externally. I know several spells that hurt the mind, so one cannot always be certain. What else can you tell us about the amulet? Why might the drow want it badly enough to send a raiding party to retrieve it? Alicia was clearly unnerved by the drows appearance so I made sure to speak softly and soothingly so as to not frighten her. She might have heard the way I dealt with Sebastian and that is not the way I wanted to come across to her.

The construct's head dipped down, as if trying to express sorrow.

Short hairy friends, Xantler and Gustav. Sand sorry to say they are dead, killed by dead things that walk. Xantler told Sand Alicia is friend in Vertigo.

Unsure how to proceed, he hesitated before talking again.

Sand brought back long leg animals, with what short hairy friends found. Sand thinks Xantler and Gustav would like you to have it.

He dipped his head a little more, before looking up at Scamp, hard at work looking for the necklace.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 87):

I really don't know why anyone would want it.  I mean, I found it in an old wizard's tomb years ago, far to the North from here, and could only assume it would be valuable since it laid with him.  I'm not a grave robber or anything, more of a treasure hunter you see...I..I just want to make that clear.  The things I find, I trade or sell generally, and it's a means of survival for me.  I'm not a grave robber, I swear.

I'm so sorry this happened to everyone.  I didn't mean for this to happen.

Alicia buries her head in her hands and starts sobbing.

In reply to Sand (msg # 88):

Looking up from her sobbing, only to hear that her friends are dead, she quickly buries her head back in her hands, crying more violently this time.

I glared at sand, This was probably not the best time to bring that up. She was already visibly upset and finding out her friends are dead did not help the situation any. I made sure to say this so Alicia would not hear. She seems to be easily triggered and I did not want to make things worse.

Putting my arms around Alicia I said, My aunt used to make the best tea when I was upset. Would you like a cup?

Water. Why was there water on the woman’s face? Sand was confused, and Althaea scolded him, for telling the truth. Was he not supposed to tell the truth? Why so much water?

The construct took a step back as the elf tried to console the woman. Sand had never seen someone cry before and it seemed to him like a waste of good water, not that he needed it. Maybe finding her necklace would help save the water?

Starting from where the drow had last been seen having the necklace in hand, he started another search for it. But his mind was not in the search, the mystery of the water on the face occupying his mind (perception 6… Fumble!)

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 91):

Alicia just nodded her head, still sobbing, but visibly less upset.

It started with a few small twitches; their captive was about to wake up. It has been such a long day but this needs to be done. Putting away my violin I draw in as much of the peace I feel while playing into my soul and ready myself for this confrontation. I look over at Thorn still quiet in the opposite corner. “I am hoping to get information but if it looks like he is attempting to cast a spell do what you feel needs to be done.”

The Drow gasps as he comes fully awake, a rare experience for an elf I am sure, and he starts to struggle with his bonds, trying to call out but the gag and the bag muffle whatever he is trying to say. I get up and move to stand in front of him before squatting down, resting my forearms on my knees. “Good evening neighbour,” I say in elvish my voice hard, “it is time you and I had a little talk. We know you have magic and have taken steps; if you attempt to use it you will be dealt with. Nod if you understand?”

Summary
Bonus Action: Emissary of Peace
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I begged help from Corsica to find a kettle and get it started heating over the fire. While waiting for the water to be ready, I rushed back to my room to get the tea leaves I brought from home. Once I was sure Alicia was calm and would be fine if I left, I made my way to the smithy to check on the drow captive.

The Drow's head bobs up and down under the sack. "Excellent, before we begin, I want to make sure you are aware of a few things. First, the others you came with are dead, killed by the woman now watching you and I have the distinct impression she wants you the same way. I am the only one who wants you alive so you want to give me something to argue in your favour. Second, we know that this mission was of only minor importance to your leaders; after all, they only sent expendable males. They do not care what happens to you. They will not send anyone to rescue you." I pause for a couple of seconds to let me words sink in before I lean forward and remove the sack covering his head and pull the gag down. "Now, why did you come here?"

Summary
Persuasion: 29
Insight: 20

The Drow's eyes blink a couple times, adjusting to the light.  He takes his time in looking at his surroundings, including both you and the elf behind you.

You're going to kill me anyway....well maybe not you, but the one behind you, lurking.  With no assurance of survival, there is no reason for me to talk Half-Elf Scum.

The Drow spits on you, the spittle running down your freshly donned armor.

"That is not up to us unless you force our hand. That is up to the leaders of this settlement. If you cooperate with us I will argue for mercy on your behalf."

If you are not in charge, and can't grant me any assurance, then you are worthless to me.

Unless of course, YOU promise me on your honor, Paladin, that you will not let them kill me and that I will be freed after I tell you what I know.  What say you?

"Perhaps I am but I am all you have. Given your unprovoked attack I doubt they are inclined towards mercy. If you choose not to cooperate I am certain you will die. Every moment you are still alive gives you a chance to better your circumstance. Are you sure you want to cut that short?"

I pause a moment before continuing, "What do you offer in exchange for my promise?"

It depends.  Is it a promise you will keep Paladin or just empty words?  We live in a world where the gods are gone and people consistently lie, cheat, and deceive one another.  I'm sure even if you were deceiving me, you would have no need to atone for such sin.

I will only offer you what I know, but as part of your promise, you are to release my bonds and return my belongings to me, in addition to ensuring my continued existence.

"The world is what we make it. As long as you hold to that belief it will never change. The gods may have been silent these last 50 years but they are not gone and they stand witness to our actions. I will uphold any promise I make to the best of my ability and my god will exact punishment should I willfully falter." I let my voice drift softer and quieter as I end my speech and I do my best to show my sincerity as I can. This is looking more and more like a lost cause. Still I must try.

"Would you give me your word that, if released, you will not attack any surface dwellers for the next ten years, unless it is in self-defense?"

Even if I gave you my word, you wouldn't believe me to keep it, so let's not play this game.

Whether I would want to or not, it would be impossible for me to keep that promise and you know it.  If you don't, then you are more of a fool than I gave you credit for.

I tire of this.  Either kill me or give me your promise.  Until then, this conversation is over.

"You always have choices, the cost may be high but you always have choices. I will not give you that promise without some assurance that you will not immediately return to harm others. What is ten years to one such as you? I am sure you could find other duties that would keep you in the Underdark for such a pittance of time. If not, I wish you well in your next life. Maybe you will make better choices."

I stand up and turn to Thorn making my way to the exit. "Please keep an eye on him for me. I am going to get the town leader, he is not our concern anymore." My voice low and my eyes down barely seeing the blue in the corner of my eye.

After Corsica started to take care of Alicia, the construct didn’t know what to do. His mission was accomplished, maybe not the way he expected, and he had nothing in his planned future. The search for the necklace was a failure, Scamp coming back to his shoulder hooting in disappointment. The entire evening seemed like a failure for Sand. True, they had saved people, stopped the drow assault, but if they somehow managed to still get what they wanted, could it be called a success? Sand didn’t know.

Trying to feel useful, he asked Thorin where he would want the bodies to be disposed of, the harried dwarf curtly answering to do whatever he wanted to them, as long as they were not in the city anymore. Securing the two corpses on Clacker’s back, he used magic and his decanter to wash off the blood on the floor, transforming the blood soiled water into easily carried out blocks of ice.

This task done, he walked out of the inn, Clacker in tow, Scamp taking flight the moment he escaped the confine of the cave. Looking up at the looming mountain overhead for a moment, he spotted Andraste coming out of the smitty’s shop and waved at her. The palladin did come over and offered to help bury the body, after she could speak to Thorin. Sand nodded and waited for her to come back from the inn
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I arrived at the smithy just as the drow was stirring, which was fortunate timing on my behalf. The drow did not seem to notice me, but I was able to clearly understand the conversation he was having with Andraste. It seemed though, she was not having much luck trying to persuade him to give her the answers that she was seeking. I sent both Andraste and Thorn a message stating I had arrived and could tell the interrogation did not seem to be going well. I wanted to remain hidden from him, but I would attempt to charm him and he might give us the answers should the spell work.

Conditional action: Charm Person on the drow Wis save DC 13
Condition to be met: Thorn and Andraste agree it is necessary
Move: to see drow if condition is met.

It is very strange to suddenly hear voices in your head. I would be concerned if I did not recognize Althaea's voice. She must be nearby but I do not want to tip off her presence to the prisoner. As I leave the smithy I see Althaea standing near the smithy door and Sand and Clacker carrying out the dead bodies. I turn to Althaea and speak quietly, "If you think you can get something out of him you are welcome to try. I only ask you refrain from their methods to get answers. It is not worth the weight on your soul."

I continue over to Sand. "Thank you both for your help." I say inclining my head towards them both. "If you need a hand burning the bodies I can help you in a minute. I have to find the town leader to determine what they want done with the captive. Do you know who that is?"
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Thorin. The dwarf sitting by Sebastian. Sebastian is the Half-elf I held the dagger to. He was still in the tavern when I left. He shouldn’t be hard to find. If he’s not there I’m sure someone will know where he went.

As I reenter the cave complex I see the Dwarf from earlier, Thorin I take it, just outside the tavern directing frantic people as they scramble to secure the town. It will be awhile before anyone feels safe here again. I walk towards him and wait for him to notice me. I smile at him and bow slightly, "Good evening neighbour, I am looking for Thorin. Is that you?"

The Dwarf looks at me warily for a moment but nods. "I have secured the captive in the smithy. Sadly I have had no luck getting any information from him. As such, I am returning him to your custody to face justice."
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With the go ahead from Andraste, I walk into the smithy so I can see the drow. I play the melody needed from my pan flute before speaking introductions to the drow.

Hello, again. I do not believe we have had the pleasure of introductions. My name is Althaea Sylvaranth. And what is your name?

Action: Charm Person on the drow.
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Hello Althaea.  I am Raznul.

I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, but these have been less than ideal circumstances, wouldn't you say? However, I am willing to let bygones be bygones should you cooperate with me. First, I would like to know where the amulet was hidden or if a spell sent it away and who received it. Secondly, I would like to know why you were sent here to retrieve it. Do you think you can answer these for me Raznul?

As I was talking to Razul, I sat down in front of him so make myself seem less intimidating and more like the friendly acquaintance the spell made me seem to be.
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So, when you mean bygones be bygones, I will be released and sent on my way, should I provide you with the information I know?

If I am satisfied with the answers I am given, yes. However, I cannot condone thievery, so you will have to be punished for that before you are allowed to leave. Do you accept my terms?

What we sought was stolen as well, so will the human woman receive the same sentence?

I didn't think so.

If I am not released unharmed with my possessions, we have nothing else to discuss.

The woman stole the amulet from your people then, I presume. I did not say she would not be punished, she admitted to taking the amulet from a deceased wizard when I questioned her about the item. However, your companions did not give us much for way of diplomacy before attacking us. I do know where your belongings are being kept and they will be returned to you provided you do not attack us further upon your departure. You will not be harmed further while inside the confines of Vertigo. Now, if you let me confer with the leader of the settlement, I can find out the punishment he wishes to enact on the two of you for the thievery committed by both parties.

Insight: 18
This message was last edited by the player at 02:47, Thu 16 July 2020.

We both know she will not be punished.  If she is to be punished, I would expect since her transgression happened first, she should receive her punishment first.  I would enjoy watching that.

You are willing to punish me for stealing, but yet the amulet was stolen from us and you don't expect us to punish the one who stole it?  Our punish for stealing is death and we were about to enact said punishment before you people intervened.  No one was harmed until we were attacked by our Elvish cousin behind me.

We both know not everything you're telling me is the truth.  I can pick through the inflections in your words.

Feel free to confer with your leader.  I'm not going anywhere in the foreseeable future.

Yes, I am Thorin.  I appreciate your help, Andraste was it?

Listen, I have a lot I am trying to coordinate at the moment, in bolstering our defenses.  I leave the decision of the prisoner in your hands and will accept whatever path you take.  I know you, if anyone, would make the best choice for us as a community.

You and your friends stood up when no one else did and for that, you are already one of us, no matter what Sebastian may think.  Your worst judgement is better than Sebastian's on just about any day.
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I play the melody on my pan flute to send a message, first to Thorn, who has been looking at me questioningly since I told the drow I would allow him to leave.

Well, the drow noticed I was not being fully truthful. I was going to allow him to leave only to be ambushed by you and anyone else who cared to.

I played the melody again, to send a message to Thorin.

Raznul tells me the amulet was stolen from his people by Alicia. They came here to enact their punishment on her and reclaim it. However, the drows punishment is death. Currently, he is considered an accessory to the crime since his only actions were casting web and fleeing. What is your current punishment for theft?

"I see. Thank you for your time."

Well Sugar. That is not a decision that I should make. That is why there are laws! Is there a town charter I can check. No, everyone is to busy to bother with something like that. This does not give me a good feeling about the future of this community! Okay in... and out... in... and out.

Alright, maybe I just need to talk this out with someone and they can help come up with a fair ruling. Althaea...Maybe not she seems inclined to lash out when stressed. Thorn...I am pretty sure I know what she wants to do to him. Sand...He could be good, he seems pretty smart despite a difficulty communicating. Plus I said I would help him with the bodies.

Mind made up, I head back outside to rejoin Sand.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:45, Sun 19 July 2020.

Thorin, in response says:

I've left the decision of the prisoner in Andraste's hands, as I continue guiding our people, many of which who are scared and need something to keep them busy, if only to not think about what may be coming through that tunnel in the future.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 119):

Thorn refused to allow herself to stiffen at the intrusion of another's voice into her mind. She studied Althaea. How could she get her to depart?

Insight Check: 17
This message was last edited by the player at 03:35, Thu 16 July 2020.

I send another message back to Thorin.

I will help her come to a decision on the matter should she ask for one, but that still does not answer my question. If he were a member of your community, what would his punishment be?

Upon hearing Thorn's response, I reply with another message to her as well.

Thorin has left Raznul's punishment up to Andraste. I laughed at the end to let Thorn know my thoughts on Andraste's idea of his punishment

Turning back to Raznul, I say, The leader of the settlement tells me your punishment has been left to Andraste, the Paladin you spoke to before me. He has since moved too far away for me to get an answer as to what his usual punishment for theft is. You may yet live through this day.
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In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 120):

Together, Sand and Andraste left the settlement to find a good spot to bury the bodies. About two hundred yards out, they found soil that had not been cultivated and Andraste wanted to use her shovel before Sand stopped her. Calling upon his magic, earth started to move by itself creating  a 10 foot long, 5 foot wide and 5 feet deep trench. Dropping the blood stained ice in it, he removed the corpses from Clackers back and examined them. Maybe he could find a clue as to what to do next? (Investigation on both corpse, 9 and 19)

As he was kneeling beside the corpses, he said.

Sand is wondering. Maybe Andraste knows. Why was there water coming from Alicia’s eyes?
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Now that is useful. I could have used that while travelling; it would have made making those ovens way easier. Alright now we need wood and stone.

Sand is wondering. Maybe Andraste knows. Why was there water coming from Alicia’s eyes?

Great, I have to explain tears to the constructs. Makes sense he does not know. "It is a sign of strong pain, either physical or emotional. There is so much pain inside us that our body has to get it out and so we cry. I would guess she was very upset by what happened tonight." I shrug my shoulders, looking over at Sand to see if he is following my explanation.

"Alright we are going to need some stone and wood..." Andraste outlines how to setup a crude oven we can use to cremate the bodies.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 123):

Thorn listened as Althaea spoke to the Drow. Since she didn't seem to care much about his fate, Thorn thought she would be willing to leave, even on a weak pretext. "Then you should go speak to her," she replied to the message.

I stood up as I received Thorn's response to my message.

Unfortunately, Andraste is also too far away to message her directly. Thorn, I will leave you to guard Raznul while I go speak to her.

I made my way outside Vertigo, where I hoped to find Sand and Andraste burying the other drow. Once I found them, I saw they were building a fire to cremate their bodies.

I received a message from Thorin that he put you in charge of Raznul's punishment, so I felt I should tell you what information I uncovered before you come to your decision. The amulet Alicia was wearing was stolen from his people. They were sent here to enact their punishment on her. While I do not agree that her punishment should be death, this information should be kept in mind for yours. I, however, was not able to uncover the current location of the amulet. Since the amulet was not originally hers, I am okay with not recovering it.
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Great pain. Yes, Sand thinks that Sand understand. Sand did tell her that short hairy friends dead by dead things.

As Andraste was directing the building of a oven to burn the bodies, Althaea showed up and said something about the necklace never having belonged to Alicia in the first place. And that Andraste should choose the punishment of the other drow.

Sand has something to show Andraste and Althaea. Look, maybe other dark skinned one has the same?

On the forearm of both drows was a exquisitely drawn tattoo of two elvish scripted letters, DQ.

Sand can read but Sand does not know what it means.

"We can check when we go back. Good work Sand."

I keep going over the problem in my head while I work with Sand and Clacker to build the oven.

1. The Drow did not initiate the violence in the tavern Thorn did. But they did present a clear threat and the reputation of the Drow for brutal raids is well known. And they did not even attempt to calm things down.

2. The ones we fought never showed any hesitation and seemed excited to attack even those who had not already engaged them. They even shot the bartender.

3. The Drow in our custody was not directly involved in the fighting. In fact, the only thing he did was cast a non-damaging spell and attempt to flee. With someone else's property. Have to find out more about that. So does that limit him to an accessory?

4. Speaking with him in the room he showed no remorse for their actions nor was he willing to consider my request that he agree not to raid the surface further if I let him go.

I want to believe if I let him go, even with some form of punishment, that he may make better choices in the future but I cannot believe it. His feet are set far along a path of darkness and I see no signs that he wishes to change that.

First I want to know what Sand thinks.

"Sand, Clacker... What do you think we should do with the prisoner. Know that no matter what you say or what actions follow the responsibility lies solely with me."
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Sand not sure what Andraste wants. Is it about dark skinned prisoner?

With the affirmative nod of the half-elf, Sand started to think, as Clacker was making holes to dig up some rocks for the oven. His limited life experience was really bothering him now, he had never been part of a community before. But his makers had instilled into him a sense of order, that a society needed rules to function properly and those are the things that popped in his head… Now if he could only express them properly!

Sand thinks… Sand likes to fix things. Likes order.

He pointed towards the walls of the small settlement.

Order is necessary to live together. Sand thinks that… Vertigo would be broken without order. Dark skinned one broke order. Sand not like broken things.

He looked at Andraste, hoping that his explanation of his thought was good enough to be understood. This handicap was really hard to deal with!

Likes order huh. That is commendable but does not say how he would go about fixing the order in Vertigo. In the end I guess it does not matter what he would do, this responsibility was given to me. I know what needs to be done...For the greater good.

I meet Sand's round, purple eyes as a deep blue floods my hair from the roots to the tips, "We are going to need a bigger oven." My voice soft and quiet.
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After only a few minutes alone in the cave with the Drow, Thorn slipped silently into the night, chakrams in hand, eyes urgently scanning the darkness. Aisling took wing, scouting from the sky.

Not finding any immediate threat, she sought Althaea, Giltris and Sand – approaching openly to avoid startling such formidable combatants. "There's a fourth Drow. Escaped into the Underdark with their prize presumably. But we should make certain."

A fourth Drow! We barely handled two! If they all had...That does not matter, focus on now. Okay, if there was another still here they have not done anything yet and the town is on alert. With all of the activity it will have been difficult for them to remain unnoticed. If they escaped, they have had well over an hour to get away and will be on their ground. It is rarely a good idea to chase a predator into its den, especially not vicious, intelligent ones. Could we catch him before he makes it back to his own people. I doubt I could, especially not after walking all day and on unfamiliar ground. I need more information.

"Thorn, how did you learn this? Stopping for a second as a more immediate problem occurs to me. "Who is watching Raznul?" It was easier when he was just the prisoner but it is better this way; I must always remember he is a thinking, feeling individual. What needs to be done must not be easy.

In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 134):

"Later." Thorn did not believe the fourth Drow to be a danger - not at present - but she'd make no assumptions. Explanations could wait. "And he's dead."  She turned, taking a few steps toward the inn before turning her head to see if they'd follow.

Ahhh. I was afraid that might happen but I was hoping she would rise above. No, do not do that! You do not know what happened; wait until you see the evidence before you judge! Out of the corner of my eye, i see the blue in my hair loose its luster and turn a dull gray.

"Very well." I say my voice quiet as I try to meet Thorn's eyes. "This falls outside my experience, I suggest you take the lead. What do you want us to do?

In reply to Andraste Giltris (msg # 136):

Thorn gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement and resumed walking. "Watch for an ambush. Return to the inn. Look for signs of the fourth. Or others. Be ready for a fight."
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I knew what would happen the moment I left Thorn alone with the drow and I am not bothered by it; however, I could tell it bothered Andraste.

Why does your hair change color, Andraste? I have never seen the like! Thorn, I am for keeping on alert in the inn, but there are those of us who need to sleep. I would like to suggest we take watches so we can rest.

I look to Althaea, and give her a weak smile. "I suppose you could call it my mother's legacy." I look forward as we head back towards the cavern entrance before continuing, "If we are to be on a one name basis I prefer to use the name my father gave me."
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As the ladies were discussing, Sand listened in as he was working on the oven. There was something troubling in the air, worries about a fourth drow. Sand didn’t know enough about the race, about any races to be exact to be able to form an opinion. But it appeared that the prisoner was dead.

He didn’t know want happened, did he try to escape? That was too much speculation for him, he liked having facts. For now, they needed to get rid of the corpses, the mental image of the ghouls that killed his dwarven friends sending a chill down his mechanical spine.

Sand says that dead dark skinned must not come back as dead things that walk. Please bring dead dark skin here, Sand will burn. After that, Sand think about living dark skin.

As he was turning back to his work, he had a sudden thought.

Oh, and verify if dark skin has picture on arm like those two!

"I can do that Sand. I would like to say a few words before they are burned."

In reply to Sand (msg # 140):

Thorn addressed Sand's questions in order. "Afterwards. And yes."
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In reply to Mathorn (msg # 142):

Does warrior lady know what letters mean?

In reply to Sand (msg # 143):

"Not now." She turned on her heel and stalked off towards the inn, no longer seeming to care whether anyone followed.
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My apologies Giltris. You did not specify when we were introduced earlier so I assumed you would prefer your given name over your family name. I will go with Thorn and try to keep her from doing anything rash in your absence. I will send word if we leave the inn.

I turned and followed Thorn back inside, walking at a brisk pace to close the distance she had gained on me while I had been conversing with Giltris.

I give Althaea a small smile. "There is no need to apologize; that is a reasonable assumption." I raise my voice to reach Thorn as she marches ahead of us, her back straight and taut. "Thorn, have you informed Thorin? If not, I will do so once we have confirmed the caves are secure."
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So the warrior already knew about the tattoos… and seemed to know a lot more. Everyone was going back to the village, expecting another attack from the drows, leaving the dead ones behind. Sand didn’t want to leave those, Andraste seemed ready to help, but was now following the warrior and bard. Looking at the half built oven, Sand decided that the cremation could wait, there was another one to bring anyway. Burying the corpses would have to do for now.

A minute later, the corpses were under hundreds of pounds of soil and the construct was on his way to the inn, spear and shield in hand. If there was a fight, he intended to be ready this time…

Upon their return to the inn, Thorn made a slow circuit, carefully examining the floor. Reaching the store room, she squatted down, studying the chaotic jumble of boot prints. As she rose and turned away, Aisling made a series of quiet clicks and calls that caused her to glance at him. She crouched and looked again, her calloused fingers brushing once against his feathers. Then she stood a second time, still wary but muscles no longer corded with tension.

She approached the others and spoke in a low voice. “There were only four. The last Drow returned to the Underdark. Inform Thorin, if you wish, Giltris. Then come to the smithy.” She held each of their gazes in turn. “We should speak privately.”
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"Very well, I will join you in a few minutes." I exit the tavern quickly and go looking for Thorin in the main cavern. Finding him quickly, I make my way over to him and wait for him to finish speaking with a pair of tense townsfolk.

I give him a small shrug, "I have some bad news. We found signs that there was a fourth intruder who managed to escape. They seem to have been after an item and managed to escape with it so they should not have a reason to return but you will need to be on your guard. The prisoner has been dealt with and we will dispose of it with the others. By your leave."

Thorin nods solemnly and waves for me to leave, another set of townsfolk already approaching him as I walk towards the smithy. Now to find out what happened with our prisoner.

Thorn led Althaea and Sand to the smithy. As she had said, the Drow was dead. He lay gagged but untied on the floor, apparently killed by a single wound to the heart. His exposed forearm displayed a familiar silvery tattoo.
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I walk up to the body and squat down to examine the wound in his chest before looking back at Thorn. "What does that mean?" I ask her my voice soft as I point at the strange tattoo.
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Sand followed the Thorn and Althaea to the smitty and saw the body of the other drow, bounds cut but still gagged, his forearm exposed to reveal the same tattoo that was found on the other drows. Sand kneeled to examine the body, but apart from a single wound to the heart that was the reason he died, he could not find anything else. (Investigation, 7)

Turning his head towards Thorn, he asked.

Sand not here before, please tell Sand what happened.

Andraste arrived pretty much at the same time and started examining the body too so Sand rose to leave the corpse to the paladin. She asked about the tattoo, Sand's next question, so he nodded, curious to hear that answer.

Once back in the smithy, I looked at Raznul lying dead on the floor.

What a pity, he could have been useful if the drow were not so stubborn. Oh well. Thorn, what is it you want us to do? Chase the fourth drow into the Underdark?

I looked to her while I collected my rope and tied it in its place on my belt.

That . . . was a lot of questions all at once. Thorn allowed herself a single deep breath before addressing the most pressing issue.

“The tattoo is the mark of Death’s Quad, an elite order composed of members of disparate Houses and entrusted with missions of the upmost importance to Drow society as a whole. Frankly, that always seemed so improbable that I had dismissed it as mere rumor. To discover proof of their existence, much less to find them active here and now . . .” She gestured sharply at the body. “He said a war is coming. I believe him.”

I do not suppose he elaborated on that at all, did he? For instance, whom the warring factions are to be?

Depending upon Thorns answer your my inquiry, I may have to travel home again. Aid from the Feywild could prove to be crucial to my continued existence. And while I was currently on the outs with my mother, I do not believe she wishes me dead.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 155):

"Merely that the weak-minded people of Vertigo would never survive it," Thorn quoted. Hardly surprising, that.
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We need more information. I cannot go to my people for aid with just that to go on. How should we go about obtaining this, an expedition or by some other means? I believe I would be capable of obtaining an audience with the drow leaders and come out of it alive. It would be folly on them to harm me when I come as an emissary of sorts.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 157):

Thorn blinked once in confusion. Althaea was a fearsome and sensible female, but she did not know the Drow. "You could gain an audience. And survive. Probably. But you would never be permitted to return to your people." She paused thoughtfully. "Unless they were baiting a trap."
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Then the drow would have another war from a different front. They would not be allowed to kill the heir to the throne of the Feywild and walk away unscathed. My Mother would bring retaliation on the drow in force.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 159):

"Or perhaps sacrificing you would give them enough power to defeat your mother." Thorn rolled the last word on her tongue as if unaccustomed to it. "Particularly in the Underdark. But they needn't kill you. You'd make a useful hostage and a pretty slave."
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I pondered Thorns words for a moment before answering, The hostage idea is more likely, but even so they would have a hard time keeping me in a cell for long. They would have to keep me in a sleep to prevent me from escaping and I cannot succumb to sleep through magic, which you know. Hypotheticals aside, what is our plan going forward?

"Thorn, you seem to know much about the Drow and the Underdark. Do you know anything about entrances or the  tunnel layout in this area?" I add quietly trying to redirect this conversation to a more immediate concern. "Any idea where this fourth Drow may be headed?"
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They could. And would. She wasn't sure if Althaea was overestimating her own abilities, underestimating the Drow or both. But Thorn knew her clumsy words were insufficient to make the proud royal understand. So she answered Giltris instead. "No, but I may be able to track the final Quad member. With the passage sealed, it was impossible to tell."
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Althaea knew there was little chance of convincing Thorn otherwise without showing her, but that could wait until we had a plan in mind.

Well, if we are going to track the drow, we need a plan. He has had several hours to gain a lead on us.

The elves talked about the events and what was next, seeming to lean towards chasing down the fourth drow in the Underdark. Sand had no idea what that was and tried for a while to figure it out in what the others were saying. Althaea did admit being the heiress of the Feywild, another place he had never heard about. Finally, his patience thin, he raised his voice, tired of not understanding.

Sand sorry to interrupt. Sand not  stupid but feels stupid now. Sand not know what Underdark and Feywild are. Are they other villages like Vertigo? If Sand go to other place, Sand needs rest first, lost all magic.

If he could blush, he probably would be right now, once again his limited life experience showing in front of his erstwhile companions.

"That is understandable Sand, those are very dangerous places that many do not know about. I myself know very little." I say making sure to give him a gentle smile as I make eye contact. "You are right, I do not feel we are in a good position to make any plans and this can wait until morning. Sand, if you will help me put this man to rest." I say standing up cradling the dead Drow in my arms and walking towards the exit.

Sand glad to help.

Following the paladin back to the improvised graveyard, Sand used his earth magic again to move the soil and excavated the just buried drow corpses, the two of them working silently together to line up the cadavers. Using magic as much as possible, they finally had the oven ready, but has Sand was getting ready to load them up, the half elf stopped him. Sand cocked his head to the side, curious, and was about to ask why but saw the seriousness on the face of his friend and wisely kept his mouth shut.

As Sand and I finish laying the three bodies into the makeshift crematorium, the bodies having been stripped to only their basic clothes, I get out of the trench and stand at the edge with my head bowed. I begin to say a small service, first in Undercommon and then again in Elvish for Sand's benefits, praising them for their martial skills and dedication but lamenting the choices that led them to this end. I wish I could have helped them. By the end, tears are trickling down my face and blue streaks are threaded throughout my hair.

"May you rest in peace, until it is your time to try again." I conclude the service and cast the torch into the base of the oven to light the fire. I stay their looking into the flames as the three bodies are consumed until only embers remain. Turning to Sand I give him a small smile, "Lets go back inside."

Giltris did some sort of speech in a language the construct didn’t know then seemingly translated it in elvish, which he surprisingly understood. Something about making better choices next time. Sand stayed silent during the service, and has the fire started to burn the bodies, Sand noticed the tears flowing on the gentle face, as her hair mysteriously changed color from blond to blue. Gently, he asked.

Giltris has great pain? Dark skins tried to hurt Giltris, Althaea and Thorn. Why would friend feel great pain for dark skins? Sand wishes to understand.

I take a moment to think before I answer Sand's question. I wish Bodmoli were here, he was always better at this. "I believe that nearly all creatures are created in a state of innocence and throughout their lives forces push them away from that state. What makes intelligent creatures different than creatures like the long leg animals you traveled with is our ability to reason. We can do more then just react to those forces; we can decide HOW we react. We can choose to do good even in a terrible situation."

"I know something of the society that shaped those men and it is dark and evil. It revels in chaos and destruction and those forces shaped their lives from their earliest days. So I can understand why they made the choices they did; why they tried to hurt us. What pains me is that I can see what they could have been had circumstance been different. And it pains me that despite my efforts, I could not help them off the destructive path they were on. They are dead, in small part, because I failed them."
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As they were slowly walking back to Vertigo, the paladin explained why she had wept for the murderous drows. Sand listened and did not know how to react. It was obvious that it meant a lot to the half-elf, and he tried to process it during the short walk, but it was too much for the time they had. So he simply said:

Thank you. Sand has a lot to think about.

Sand and I walk the remaining distance back to the cavern entrance in silence. I hope that helped him understand. I get the sense that he finds it frustrating to speak with us, that he cannot convey everything he thinks or feels. And I am sure he feels. He and his companions are marvelous creatures and I hope I can help them find their place in this world.

The commotion in the main cavern has died down in the two hours since we left to dispose of the bodies but there are still a few people moving around, two of them armed with simple swords. These must be some of the local guards that Thorin called up; I hope they are up to the task. I do not see either Althaea or Thorn, maybe they went back to the inn? I catch Sand’s attention and indicate the cave entrance with my left hand. He nods and we make our way back to the Better Times Inn.

There are less people inside now and I can see Althaea sitting at a table in the back with Thorn skulking in a nearby corner, seeking to hide in the shifting shadows cast by the fire. They must have made an impression because the other patrons are deliberately staying back leaving them in an isolated pocket of space. We make our way over to the table and I sit down with a groan and try to stretch my back. Such a long day.

As soon as Sand and I settle down, Althaea sits up straighter and shakes out her long auburn hair. "Now that we are altogether, we have much to discuss. The threat of the fourth Drow is looming on our minds; however, there are other factors to consider.” Her voice is strong and confident but low enough not to be overheard by anyone not at the table and she makes sure to meet each of our eyes. “All of us are here by the grace of Thorin and should we wish to keep his grace, we must consider his opinion. Prior to the attack we had been discussing an expedition outside the walls of Vertigo, traveling to a keep rumored to have belonged to Sebastian pre-cleansing for weapons. I feel we need to gather as much information as we can on the keep and determine which course of action is the most pressing.”

Turning her full attention on me she continues, “Giltris, I believe you would be the best fit to talk to Sebastian. He and I do not seem to see eye-to-eye and every time we speak I have a tendency to lose my temper. While you are talking with Sebastian, I will talk to Thorin and determine which option he feels he needs us to complete first. We can compare the information gained from Thorin and Sebastian about the keep we may be traveling to.”

I nod, “Very well, I can do that in the morning. I feel there is little to be gained by speaking with him this evening.” I am pleased to see she is aware of this failing in herself. Knowing there is a problem is a necessary step in correcting it.

“Sand, you and I will speak to Alicia again about the amulet that was taken from her. We need to know what it does, if she knows, and where exactly it came from. If she came here from the Underdark, perhaps she can help us traverse it should that be our bearing. Thorn, you may join us if you wish.”

"Sand will help. Needs to say Sand sorry for causing great pain. Short hair… What is name for people like Thorin? Sand never learned, Alicia’s friends never told Sand."

“Thorin’s people are called Dwarves.” I tell Sand with a smile.

Althaea turns her attention to Thorn. “Either way we need to learn as much as we can about the tunnel the Drow used to escape. You seem to know the most about them, after we have rested you will assist me in exploring the tunnel. Also, you will draw up a watch schedule to ensure that we are warned should they return.”

Thorn nods. “I’ll cast an audible Alarm. We’ll need to replenish our spells, so Sand and Giltris should take the first watch.”

Althaea sweeps her eyes across the table, the firelight flashing in her hazel eyes. “This issue with the Drow seems to be time sensitive should that be our course. Let's meet back here once we have spoken with Thorin and Sebastian and plan further from there. Are there any questions or suggestions we must consider before departing?"

"Sand thinks Sand can bring earth and block tunnel if Thorin prefers this to defend Vertigo. Sand glad to help. Sand will do what is needed to defend order.

That is good to know. It helps to know what his priorities are.

I shake my head and ready myself for my watch shift. It is interesting; judging by her bearing and confidence Althaea is used to being in charge but from our earlier conversation it is not a part of her personality that she is proud of. I know her attitude and condescending tone can be upsetting but it seems a learned behaviour; one she might grow out of if given the chance to develop her own style.

Only a couple of more hours and then I can get out of this armour and rest. I have to make sure I find the time to speak with both Thorin and Thorn in private tomorrow when I am not so tired. There are things I need to know.

Corsica, can you please lead our new friends to their beds please?  I apologize we don't have more permanent beds for you all, but I promise we will do our best to make it a priority, as soon as we can. Thorin says.

Sure thing bossman.  Follow me!  Let's hit the waterfall, as I'm sure you'd like a quick washing up before hitting the hay.

After washing up quickly at the waterfall, Corsica leads those who are not on watch down the hallway into a little niche in the wall, that is just deep enough to fit 6 people, head to toe, with 3 sets of bunk beds, and not much room in between, allowing only 1 person at a time to squeeze in.  A rough burlap curtain has been fastened on the wall to cover the niche, though a meager attempt at privacy, it was all they had.  Sand looked at the size of the niche and though to himself, should he lay down in the bed, his feet would be sticking pushing the curtain out into the hallway.

There were a couple of shelves, which were just pieces of wood pushed into crevices made in the stone and dirt, and Scamp found purchase on one of those to relax, if that was at all possible for him.

The beds looked quite comfortable.  They had a layer of hay as the base, to give it a little height, followed by a thick cushion of feathers wrapped in a soft, smooth material.

After getting settled, Sand, Althaea, and Thorn quickly fall to sleep after the exhausting day.

Andraste and Clacker get comfortable in the storage room, with barrels pushed up against the wall to make a makeshift defense, in front of the now warped wood tunnel.  The 1st watch goes through without a hitch and Andraste wakes up Sand for his watch.

Sand and Clacker take up the second watch, and during their time, Sand uses his mold earth cantrip, playing around with it's different uses, but the watch goes by in complete silence.  Once Sand's watch is over, he wakes up Althaea and Thorn for their watch.

Thorn sits on the floor, legs crossed, sharpening her chakrams, while Althaea tuned her instruments before exploring the tunnel.

Suddenly, the alarm goes off, a bell clinging over and over again.  At first glance, no movement can be seen...then, skittering from in-between the 2 barrels pushed up against the wall, comes a tiny spider, which was about the size of a mouth of a tankard.  It tentatively scurries towards Thorn, creeps up onto her leg, then nuzzles itself in her pant leggings, seemingly now at peace.
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Sand came and woke Thorn and me for our watch. At the mouth of the tunnel, we did our last-minute preparations. Thorn sharpened her chakrams whilst I tuned my instruments. I did not want my spells to fail because the melody was slightly off-key. We were just finishing these tasks when the alarm spell Thorn had set went off. At first, I was unable to see anything, wondering if someone had cast invisibility on themselves when a spider scurried between the two barrels and came over to Thorn and nestled in her pant leg. Curious. It is normally the drow who are fond of spiders.

Speaking in a soft, but blatantly curious tone, I pose my question. I did not wish to offend Thorn by my query, I was merely curious as to how she obtained her knowledge of the drow. Now, my dear Thorn, I do have a question. Spiders are typically creatures used by drow and you seem to have much knowledge of them. Have you spent time with the drow? Or were you perhaps raised among them?
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"A spider." Thorn immediately called out to Sand and Giltris. What - if anything - that meant she wasn't at all certain, but she saw nothing suggesting they needed to prepare for combat. Yet.

Then Althaea spoke. Questions should be answered instantly, completely and truthfully. This training was so deeply ingrained, Thorn struggled to recall that circumstances no longer compelled her to do so. Still, as a poor liar, she chose to answer with a degree of honesty.

"It could be a spy - a familiar or infused with tracking magic," she replied meekly. "Can you determine that?"
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I noted Thorn had not directly answered my questions, but I would worry about them later. Once the matter of the spider had been settled. I would allow her to address them in her own time when she perhaps felt more comfortable opening herself up to me. She seemed the most reasonable of my companions thus far and I did not want to strain the already thin bonds we had formed.

Give me but a moment and I will tell you what you wish to know.

I played a precise melody on my pan flute, one meant to determine the identity of an object or spells affecting a creature. I touched the spider and released the spell.

After just a moment, I had my findings. It was an ordinary spider. Even more interesting.

This spider is unaffected by magic. What is drawing it to you is a mystery, unless there is something you wish to tell me.
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 176):

There wasn't.

Thorn nodded once in appreciation of Althaea's abilities. "Good. Since she's awakened everyone, shall we investigate the passage now?"

Standing from my crouched position by the spider, I nod to Thorn.

No better time than the present. Let us see what there is to discover here.

Since the construct’s builders had not bothered with providing their machines with eyelids, and that the beds were too small for his frame, Sand just sat on the floor beside the alcove, turning into a statue of wood and metal during his rest with his eyes glowing a little less than usual. He reviewed his spells to determine which one he though he we need the following day and prepared them in his mind, totally immobile. This task done, he started thinking about how to bring soil in the cavern inn, to block that entrance to the underdark.

Suddenly the alarm spell sounded and Sand stood up in a flash, weapon and shield in hand, before Thorn called a false alarm. Sand still sent Scamp to the storage room and using his link to see through the familiar’s eyes, saw that everything seemed OK. He then sat down and continued his deep thoughts, a few solutions in his head.
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After letting Thorin you know you were ready, he closes his eyes and raises his hands, centering them together in front of him and pulling them apart, fingers slightly crooked.  The wood peels back, curling against the sides of the tunnel entrance.

Good luck in there.  Please be careful.

Before entering, you crouch down to get a better look at the tracks and can see the one pair of boot prints leading away from the storage room, have deeper depressions, as if the person was running.  Scanning the tunnel ahead, you don't see any immediate threats.

You walk for about 150 feet, the tunnel sloping slightly down and to the left, the stone and packed dirt walls roughly and hastily excavated.

All of a sudden, Clacker aggressively clacks his mandibles at something he's found ahead.

Laying on the floor about 30 feet in front of you, lies the amulet, face down on the dirt floor.  Almost immediately however, Clacker steps in front of the amulet, facing you, and guarding it, not wanting to let you pass.

I sit up abruptly as the sound of the alarm fills the niche, my hands scramble to grab my sword in its scabbard and swing my legs over the side of the bed. As the shortest member of our group I had taken one of the top bunks and its a good thing I was not any taller or I might have suffered a concussion just now. As I am about to jump down I hear Thorn call out it is false alarm. Fantastic. Oh well it is better than the other way around. I set my sword down again beside me and try to fall back asleep. Yesterday had been hard and I have a feeling today will be too.
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In reply to Takmarin (msg # 180):

Thorn stared down at the amulet. That was . . . unexpected. And where the Drow were concerned, surprises rarely ended well. The mechanical beetle seemed to agree, apparently issuing some sort of warning, but she couldn't understand his speech.

She glanced back at Althaea. "I can follow his trail, though that seems unwise at present. Is Sand able to communicate directly with Clacker? Aisling can fetch him."

Note: Aisling (pronounced something like "Ash-Lynn") is a gender-neutral name meaning "dream" in Elven.
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Clacker stood over the amulet protectively, not allowing us to continue forward. I was unable to directly understand Clacker in the way Sand could but thought I could try something handlers do with dogs or monkeys.

Thorn chimed in, I can follow his trail, though that seems unwise at present. Is Sand able to communicate directly with Clacker? Aisling can fetch him.

I pondered my response for just a moment, still trying to put to words how I wanted to do this so Thorn would understand. Yes, from my understanding, he can. I would like to try something first before we go waking him up again. I have seen similar things done with dogs and monkeys by their handlers back home. I cannot say it will work; however, if it does we will not need to bother Sand as of yet.

I turned back to Clacker, focusing on distinguishing the subtleties in his different clicks and clacks and gave him my directions, Clacker, I would like you to click once for yes and twice for no to the questions I am about to ask you. Do you understand?

I paused, to see if Clacker understood what I was asking of him before continuing, in which he responded with a single click.

Is your name Clacker?

Clacker clicked once for yes.

Is Sand your creator?

Another single click from Clacker, this one coming across slightly more excited.

Now we will get into the more tricky questions. The ones we really need the answers to.

Is there something down the tunnel that poses a threat to us?

Clacker clicked twice, signaling the tunnel was still safe to explore should we feel the need to.

Does the amulet pose a threat to us?

At this question, Clacker clicked once and he moved his legs around like he was very excited or very antsy about it. It was hard to tell which one.

If I touch the amulet to identify it, will it harm me or set off a trap?

Clacker did not respond. I expected this. He likely has no way to determine different types of magic on the amulet, but I was hoping to be surprised by his answer.

Did the drow disappear into the amulet?

At this question, Clacker was able to click twice.

Is it safe to move past the amulet and go farther into the tunnel?

Clacker did not answer. While that did not mean it was unsafe, it might also set off a trap. We needed more information on the amulet.

Well, Thorn, what do you think? Shall we see if Aisling can fetch Alicia for us? I would like a little more information on it before I try touching it based on Clacker's reaction to it.

Insight: 21 to help determine Clacker's intentions
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In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 183):

Impressive. Inefficient and rudimentary, but impressive nonetheless. Thorn would have preferred having Sand translate since important nuance may well have been lost, but Althaea's method proved sufficient for the moment. And provided a potentially useful precedent. Besides, Thorn had assumed Sand could communicate with Clacker as lucidly as she did with Aisling, which was not necessarily true.

As to Alicia, however, she could just imagine the woman shrieking and flailing at her stimfay. Thorn's usually inflectionless voice held the slightest hint of distaste: "No. Too skittish."
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Thorn made a fair point. The woman did seem rather incapable of controlling her emotions in stressful situations. However, we needed clearer answers to the questions I had.

I must admit, I am torn about which path we should take. I have seen the amulet handled with no effect on the person handling it; however, Clacker seems reluctant to let us touch it. I would like to identify it to see what we are dealing with, but if a trap has been placed on it, that could be catastrophic. Should we fetch Sand and see if we can get clearer answers out of Clacker or risk the potential trap and identify it regardless?

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 186):

Was Althaea seeking her opinion? Thorn felt rather startled and uncertain how she ought to react. Only one person had ever asked what she thought. She considered her response carefully. "We should take no unnecessary risks. Sand's rest must be nearly finished. Perhaps you could ask him to come here while you speak with Alicia?"
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I left Thorn and Clacker in the tunnel to guard the amulet and made my way back to the tavern. There were a few people still awake and one of them was able to direct me to where Alicia was staying. She was asleep when I found her. When I attempted to rouse her to ask if there were any other details she could give me on the amulet, she muttered something incoherent, rolled over, and continued sleeping. I made my way back to the room I shared with Alaric, Sand, Thorn, and Andraste. I knew that Sand was aware of his surroundings during his rest and went to talk to him.

Sand, I do not wish to bother you, but we have located the amulet in the tunnel. I was able to converse in a sense with Clacker, but it was very rudimentary and we need more clarification on certain things. Would you come with me to speak with him and then I can hopefully identify the amulet?

Sand not done resting. Need fifteen more minutes. Sand meet there when done.

I made my way back to the tavern and back into the tunnel. I kept walking until I met back up with Thorn and Clacker.

Alicia proved to be of no assistance. I have told Sand of the situation but as his rest is not yet complete, he will join us in roughly twenty minutes. I will cast identify on the amulet and face whatever consequences come of my choice once we get clarification from him. If you wish to leave while I do so, I would not blame you. This goes for you as well, Clacker. I would be remiss if something were to happen to either of you and I did not give you the option to save yourselves.
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Sand was feeling the magical power at his disposal almost ready to be harvested during the day when Althaea came and asked him if he could come and interpret what Clacker had found and wasn’t letting them approach. He told her that he needed a few minutes more and she left him.

He took this time to try to determine what Clacker had and shrugged… he would see soon enough. Finally he rose, fully rested, and told Giltris he was going in the tunnel, before moving out to the storage room, Scamp on his shoulder. There, the magically opened wood wall waited for him and beyond, impenetrable darkness. Muttering that he didn’t see in the dark, he looked around the storage room and settled on a bit of string he fashioned a necklace from, touching it with the spear and the rope magically started to glow. Nodding approval, he slipped it around his neck, now having some source of light to guide his steps.

Walking slowly in the tunnel, having to crouch at certain spots, the construct finally reached the elves and Clacker, and there on the ground, a piece of jewelry that Clacker was guarding fiercely.

Sand pleased to see Thorn and Althaea. Has Clacker behaved badly?

But that wasn’t the case, the construct could see in his creation attitude that it was doing what it was built for, defend. Putting his hand on the beetle’s head to stroke it, he nodded.

Clacker did good work, there is danger Clacker sensed. What is danger now? Sand wants to see magic. Please wait for Sand.

Just like in the inn, he started his ritual casting of detect magic. After ten minutes, his eyes changed color to a more bluish hue. Carefully, he approached the necklace on the ground, without touching anything, Clacker nervously clicking and clacking.

Sand can detect no magic on the necklace. But under it… Yes there is magic under it, abjuration magic.

Sand used his hands to mimic a circle about 6 inches wide to the elves.

About this big. Sand thinks it’s a trap, Clacker might have saved lives. Sand has an idea on how to remove danger safely, but can’t dispel magic trap.

Carefully stepping away for the necklace, he asked the ladies present.

Should Sand safely trigger trap or does Thorn or Althaea have other ideas?
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I have no means to safely trigger the trap so, by all means, Sand, please do so.

With a grunt from Thorn and a shrug from Althaea, Sand told them to move back towards Vertigo. He then looked back to gage his distance and realized that he couldn’t see the jewelry anymore, the light from his enchanted necklace limited to about 10 feet around him. With a shake of his head, he carefully went back. Arrived within 5 feet of the necklace he stopped and selected a rock on the ground, that he touched with his spear, muttering, until the rock started to glow, like the necklace around his neck. Nodding, he went back to the elves, 30 feet away from the trap. Taking his decanter of endless water, he pointed it the necklace, now visible in the glow of the rock. Sand hesitated then shook his head.

Sand prefers to be even safer.

Pointing the decanter at his feet, he combine his water supply and water magic until a wall of thick clear ice offering three quarter cover was between the party and the necklace on the ground.

Now Sand attack trap.

He pointed the magic item at the necklace on the ground thirty feet away and said a single word, that projected a powerful stream of water, pushing the necklace away from the magical trap. 

The second that the streaming water hits the necklace, a giant BA BOOM echoes through the tunnel...a thundering explosion rocking the mountain around you.  The ceiling and walls of the tunnel come crashing down around you.  When the dust finally settles, the debris and dirt reaches its way all the way into the main room of the inn, covering it in a layer of dirt.  Hundreds of tons of rock have collapsed, only 10 feet from where you all now stand...the amulet lost deep within the rubble.

I looked at Sand with clear frustration in my expression, Your definition of safely seems a bit skewed. Looks like we have no choice but to let the drow go. Let us go tell Thorin of this; undoubtedly, he has already heard the explosion take place and he will have questions for us. We still need more information on this expedition to the keep as well. Can you clean up the tavern? It is filthy.

I turn and walk away from Sand and Thorn to find Thorin. The people of this town seem to keep dragging me into messes. I miss home, it was much easier when I did not have to be the one to clean up the messes.
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Just as Althaea starts to make her way into the main room of the tavern, Thorin comes crashing in, with another Dwarf close behind.

Althaea, what happened here?  Is everyone ok? Thorin exclaims, as he looks around frantically.

Oh, good. Thorin is already here. Saves me time trying to find him.

No one was injured in the explosion, but the way after the drow is blocked. We are unable to pursue at this time. It will take some time to clear the tunnel if you still wish us to recover the amulet from the drow. However, at this juncture, they are unable to return by this means which should buy us some time to travel to the keep for those weapons.

Well, I'm glad to hear that, though I am curious what happened, it seems you have it under control and I'm too tired to hear a response.

Bromdur, can you please assess the other caves and ensure they haven't been compromised?  We need to make sure there aren't any more surprises.

Althaea, I'm going to attempt to get some sleep.  I've been up all night and if I don't rest, I'm not going to be help to anyone.  I've informed some of my staff to wake me for emergencies only.  Do you need anything before I do so?
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At the current moment, no. I will have a few questions for you about the expedition to the keep after you sleep. If we are to venture there I would like to start planning our strategy so we can get there and back as quickly and safely as possible. However, if there are any tasks you wish us to complete while you sleep, we would be more than happy to. We seem to have caused quite a ruckus since our arrival.

I believe I have everything in order for the moment, but thank you.  We can talk about the keep in the morning.  I will find you when I'm awake.

Alaric was looking for you though.  He was giving some pointers to the guardsman up on the wall earlier before finally laying down himself, not wanting to get in your way.  You should try and get some more rest too.  If the keep is your next move, you'll need the strength.

Thank you, Thorin. I will take my leave of you and go find him.

I found Alaric in the room given to us when we arrived in Vertigo. He was still asleep so I decided to wait until he woke up to speak to him. In the meantime, I decided to clean my weapons and armor so they would ready for the next battle. I have no doubt there will be a next battle the way things are going.

Water pushed the necklace, inducing a blinding flash to which Sand could only turn his head away. The rumbling sound of tons of rocks falling and crashing, peppering the ice wall with debris, and the wave of dust passing the trio, reaching the storage room they had came from. Sand rose from the makeshift protection and looked at the carnage, his jaw opened, the best approximation of bewildered he could make on his fixed visage. Scamp howled of horror, the jewel lost under the rocks, flying in the dusty air to try to find it.

Still with this amazed expression he turned to the elves and said.

Sand didn’t know.

Althaea berated him for blocking the access to follow the drow and stormed off, furious. Sand looked at her go then turned his gaze toward Thorn, almost plaintive.

Sand didn’t know trap would do that. Is Thorn hurt?

In reply to Sand (msg # 200):

"No. And the explosion is probably just as well - it prevents the Drow from readily using this passage to access the surface." A pause, then she spoke more thoughtfully. "You didn't know? Does that mean you can't duplicate the effect?"

Why?! As the last echoes of the explosion bounce through the niche, I bolt upright again, grab my sword again, jump down from my bunk, and run towards the tunnel. Dust is drifting out of the tunnel mouth and I can see Thorin and his men disappear into the cloud. I draw my sword and cautiously follow. As I advance I can hear Althaea berating someone but I cannot make out the words with my ears still ringing. Ahead of me Althaea is speaking with Thorin before turning and storming passed me. Thorn and Sand are still crouching down behind a wall of ice, huh neat trick that, covered in rock dust, their eyes unfocused. Passed them the tunnel has collapsed; well I guess we will not be pursuing the Drow. I stand up to my full height, sheathe my sword after confirming it is clean, brush the dust off my small-clothes, and turn to face the two staring Dwarves. "I am going back to bed."
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Sand’s amazement this night was not to be over. Thorn said she was not hurt then stringed the most words that the construct had ever heard from her before. He looked at her a moment then considered the light his necklace was feebly giving out in the dusty air.

Thorn follow to more light.

He walked back to the store room, where he spent a few seconds using his earth magic to try to clean up the dust. He then looked at the hunter.

Sand learned earth and water magic from sma… dwarf friend’s book of magic. Magic to create, like Clacker, Sand simply… knows. Sand not understand why Sand knows.

He took a spellbook from his pack and showed it to Thorn.

Maybe Sand could find exploding disk in book of magic. But book very difficult to read, Sand not always understand. Right now, Sand don’t know exploding disk.

In reply to Sand (msg # 203):

"A pity." Thorn replied, her tone unreadable. Then she slipped away silently.
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The hunter practically dismissed Sand’s magical knowledge and left him. After putting the book away, he ended pretty much alone in the main room of the inn, still with the scars of the battle fought there only a few hours ago. Sand, having no need for more rest, picked up a chair missing it’s leg, broken during the panic. Finding the missing part, he mended the piece of furniture, before finding and fixing more.

Those coming in the room a few hours later would still find the construct seated on the floor, with mostly repaired and a few remaining broken items around him.
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I awake for the third time still feeling groggy but much better than last night. It appears that everyone else has already left this morning and strangers are making use of some of the other bunks. Interesting, I met the others only last night but I no longer think of them as strangers. Quietly gathering my things, I make my way to the cavern entrance and out into the morning light. Finding a quiet, private spot I begin my morning exercises reveling in the stretch in my muscles as I move through my forms. I use the peace and relaxation they bring to my wild emotions to offer a prayer to Rao, asking for his help as I strive to bring peace to myself so that I can be worthy of being his envoy.

Once I am done, muscles loose and pleasantly sore, I make my way back to the well near the cavern entrance and I draw enough water to refill my waterskin and wash. I shiver as the cold water from the bucket flows over my head and down my back, chasing away any lingering sleepiness. Once I am thoroughly dry, I take the time to inspect and put on my armour and buckle my sword on my left hip. Alright, I am ready to face the day.

I enter the tavern once more and find that much of the damaged furniture has been repaired, I wonder if Sand had anything to do with that, and a pot of oatmeal has been prepared so I get in line. The sense of comfort from last night is gone and everyone casts nervous glances towards the damaged section caused by the tunnel collapse. I should see if there is something I can do to help restore their confidence in the safety of their home.

I ask a few of the locals and they tell me where I can find Sebastian, a private niche five caves down from the tavern. I thank them and make my way there. The curtain used to separate this cave from the the main cavern is much finer than the others I have seen here with intricate embroidery of running stags across a green field yielding to the yellows, oranges, and reds of a setting sun. However, as I get closer I can see how the colour has started to fade in places, small tears along one side, and smudges of dirt where it brushes the floor. I look around unsure of what to do when I see a tarnished silver door knocker in the shape of a leaping fish attached to a piece of wood nailed to the wall next to the curtain with a pair of pitons. I pause to draw on Rao's peace to help me center myself and strike the knocker against the wood three times. I can hear shuffling inside, and a familiar, nasal voice calls out, "Who is it and what do you want?"

"Andraste Giltris, I wish to speak with you about the weapon cache at your keep."

There is another pause before the voice calls out again, "Very well come in."

Taking a deep breath I push aside the curtain and step inside.
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Walking into Sebastian's niche is exactly what you expected. On the right side, the bed is covered with a large thick goose feathered filled blanket, neatly and completely covering the hay base of the bed and the bump where the pillow lays underneath.

A finely crafted cherry wood desk sits on the left, with a cushioned bench instead of a chair.  The center of the desk comes up like the roof of a house, inclined for ease of use and not having to slouch over it like a peasant.  A small drawer comes out of the left side of the desk, which contains ink and small holders for 3 quill pens.  A short shelf below the main part of the desk has a spot for paper.

Above the desk sits a nook in the cave wall that has a couple books and knickknacks, all of which are either crystal, laced with gold or silver, or just finely made.

Sebastian moves over and sits on the bed, pointing you in the direction of the bench, and you get the feeling it's so you don't soil his linens.

"So what questions do you have?"

"How old is your information regarding the keep and the cache? As I am sure you are aware, in the wilderness the situation can change quickly."

The information is about 3 months old, which is when the hunters spotted it up on a hill in the NW.  That's how long I've been arguing with Thorin over this.  Just think how different our situation would be IF we already had the weapons and our community was outfitted with them.

Yes, I'm aware that things can change quickly, I'm not a moron, however, since removing the weapons would take a larger effort, much as ours would be, there is a good chance that the cache is still there.  It is not as easily accessible as we would have hoped, given what happened in the cataclysm, but nonetheless, it is obviously important.
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"I see. How far is it to the NW? Are you aware of any difficulties we would have to overcome to reach it, say a river or steep elevation changes? Is there a map both of the keep and land between here and there? That would be very helpful in making our decision. Do you have any reports on the area itself more recently?

With an exasperated sigh, Sebastian says: It's up on a hill, from what the hunters told me, so I would say yes to the steep elevation and rocky terrain.  While I haven't seen it myself, the hunters have described it to me quite clearly and I'm sure it is my keep.

If by difficulties, you mean the local wildlife and roaming undead, then YEAH, there will be difficulties.  Sebastian rolls his eyes at your ignorance.

There is no map to the keep, as with the world changing, OBVIOUSLY all previous maps have become useless.  Not aware of a new map that has been made.  We DO have more important priorities these days you know, like just trying to survive day to day.  Perhaps the hunters have something.  You could ask them, but they haven't come back yet from their last trip.  They are usually gone a couple days at a time, in order to maximize their trips.

A map of the keep?  Honestly, why would you need one if I'm coming with you?  I'll just tell you where we need to go so we can get the hell out of there.  Unless....should I give you a map, will you have no need of me to accompany you then?  If that is the case, then I'll be happy to draw one up for you.

No, there are no reports more recently.  I've already told you how old the information is on the keep, so unless you mean in the last couple minutes of our conversation, then no, there is no new information.   If the hunters were here, they would tell you that they've moved more to the NE, as there seems to be more game in that area.

Anything else or can I go back to the much more important stuff I was doing?

"Thank you Sir, I will be sure to try and speak with the hunters before we depart." Hmm, I will need to discuss his attitude with him before we depart otherwise he may suffer an accident despite my efforts. I have to make sure I understand where he is coming from.

"A map of the keep will allow us to better plan before we reach the keep which will increase our ability to successfully retrieve the items and keep ourselves and you alive. It my also be necessary to split the group when we arrive at the keep so being able to give the group you are not with a map will be very useful." I am not sure what his coming with us will do but Thorin thinks it a good idea and he has not given me any reason to doubt his judgement.

"Now I just have a few questions regarding the cache itself. First, what exactly is in the cache? This will be very important so that we can make proper arrangements to bring it back to Vertigo. Second, is there anything here in the settlement that we can use to bring the weapons back with? Third, are there any items of particular importance that we need to be aware of. This will important in case we are not able to bring everything that we can prioritize those items the settlement needs the most. Fourth, was the cache secured in some way? Will we need a key or token to access it? And finally, who will we be giving the items to on our return?"  Explosion in three, two, one....

More questions....fantastic.

Personally, I think a map is unnecessary if I'm going with you.  If we should split, I can merely tell them what rooms they are headed to, could I not?  I don't see any reason to split either.  We are going in for the weapons and leaving quickly after.  It seems a waste of my time.

There are 86 swords, 42 suits of plate mail, 12 suits of chain mail, 14 suits of Scale Mail, 39 shields, 62000 arrows, and 1 really big I have no fucking idea.  I had a large contingent of about 40 guards, more than half of which made it alive with me here.  They wore only the lighter armor, as well as the weapons needed to survive.  Since it was a long time ago, I don't know exactly how much is there, nor do I have my inventory books with me.  It wasn't really a priority at the time the walls were shaking and we thought we were all going to die.

One of the reasons Thorin has given me a hard time about this and didn't want to take the time to do it, is because we really don't have a means of getting the weapons back easily that we know of. Plus the safety of the hunters, of course.  As it is now, it might have to be done in multiple trips, but it would be nice to not have to do that, even though I'm VERY much excited about our upcoming excursion.

Items of particular importance?  Not sure what you mean.  Feel free to draw up a list of items you would think important and I'll be happy to prioritize them for you, should there be any.

The cache was locked up pretty tight, but the keys required to open it were lost during the escape during the cataclysm.

The items will of course go to the good people of Vertigo, to better defend against the threats we face, including now the Drow.  Hunters are constantly running out of arrows, guards weapon and armor are damaged and hard to keep in appropriate repair.  Jacob just can't keep up.  He tries, but there is no one else with a skill as matched as his.  He may take a little longer, but it's always right.  Can't fault him for that.  That's just what he knows.

Is there anything else?  I grow weary of these endless questions.

"Thank you for your patience Sir. Just a few more questions. Is there anything else of import that you feel we should know?"

Nope, good day to you.

I move around the desk and sit on the bench facing Sebastien and lean back slightly so as to not crowd him my hands in my lap. "What was your position in the World-That-Was?" I ask keeping my tone light and curious.
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I was a MARQUIS and was trusted to defend and fortify against potentially hostile neighbors.  This is why I had a contingent of soldiers at my disposal and was thus MUCH more important and ranked higher than a count.  Why do you ask?

"What was that like?"

Stressful most of the time.  We had to constantly scout and gather intelligence to keep the borders safe.  Should I fail, well...I didn't fail luckily.  I was in the process of getting more troops, as a large group of goblins and orcs, with an ogre leader were seen within miles of the border, before the cataclysm hit.

"That is admirable. And what do you do now?"

Um...thank you.

Not much has changed really.  Still stressed, now just in a different location.  I manage the guards, the hunters, and Jacob is under my employ as well.  Where is this all going?

Ah I see.  You wonder where I get off with my attitude, is it?  I'll have you know that I've worked very hard to be where I am and the cataclysm doesn't change that.  I'm tired of people shrugging me off as some pompous pre-cataclysm noble, when I'm the one who brought all the guards and hunters here.  Jacob was the weapon smith who came with me. Hell, at least half of the people in Vertigo were from my keep. They were all treated very well and still are.  Thorin and I are partners in this, yet everyone looks up to him and at me in disdain.  If that's the way they want it, that's fine, I might as well embrace it then.  I'm tired of trying any more.

"I see. Please do not put words in my mouth. I am trying to understand the situation here. Why do you think the people here do not treat you with the same respect as Thorin?"

Listen, I know I'm not a personable person, but my job is to get things done.  We don't have the luxury to tiptoe around issues.  When we believe strongly about something, we need to hammer it home.  We need to be direct and forego the niceties.  This new world is brutal and unforgiving, and while I may not have the patience and understanding that Thorin does, I get things done.

"I think I understand where you are coming from. And how do you feel that hammering it home has worked for you? Has it saved time?"
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Most of the time, surprisingly it does work.  Other times, with those more strong willed, it ends up causing complications, but most people want a leader, even if it's one they fear.  Now, I know I'm not necessarily feared mind you, but fear of my power.  I do control the guard and the hunters.  There's nothing stopping me from leaving with them all and I've thought of it, but believe it or not, I am better than that.  I want these people to survive, I want more for them, but I'm tired of tolerating the bullshit Andraste.  Sometimes I speak the way I do to make sure I am heard, to get other's to really listen.

"I can see how that can be frustrating. Thank you for your efforts on behalf of the people of Vertigo. I have walked a long way and I have not seen a settlement as strong as this since I left my home. It gives me hope to see people like you working so hard to better the world. Thank you again for your time. Perhaps we will speak more on the journey."

I stand up, bow slightly at the waist, and leave Sebastien's cave. He gave me much to consider and I will have to think long and hard to see if I can help reduce the conflict among Vertigo's leadership. It might be better if I leave it alone. Yes, I will have to think on it.

Thanks for listening Andraste.  It....was appreciated.

After my conversation with Alaric, I was feeling better than I had that morning, but there was a small ache in the pit of my stomach. How long would it be before I saw him again? I took a last longing glance at the curtain covering the opening to the niche before making my way out to the tavern. I was getting hungry and needed some breakfast.

I sat at a table by myself to eat. A short while later, Thorin entered the tavern. He glanced around noting most of the furniture that had been broken when he went to sleep was now repaired and the dirt from the explosion had been cleared out. His gaze finally met mine and he made a beeline for my table.

Good morning Althaea, I do believe you wished to speak with me.

I set aside my breakfast as it was no longer the most important thing on my mind. Yes, I do. In the matter of the expedition to Sebastian's keep. How long ago did the scouts come by this information? Did they make any maps or a record of their findings?
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Ah yes, that is a good idea.  How are you doing though Althaea?  It was a rough night for all of us.  Are you holding up ok?

The information on the cache is about 3 months old.  The hunters found it while scouting for food and when they described it to Sebastian in their report, he was certain it was their old keep.  With the landscape changing so much during the cataclysm, it's hard to tell about anything these days.

They haven't made any maps, mostly because they are the busiest group we have.  Constantly looking for and bringing back food, only to go back out again.  I truly feel for them.

I am doing much better now that I have spoken with Alaric. He might know what the amulet is from research he had been doing for his people on the titans prior to coming here. He has to travel back to the desert for a few days to find the passages he found the information in. I am sure he will speak to you about the venture soon.

I for one, cannot be certain the keep has not already been looted by bandits or others. Has anyone from Vertigo been to the keep since the Cataclysm?

Have the hunters mentioned any hazards or threats in the area we may have to face on the journey? I would like to speak to them before we depart. Are the hunters available for me to speak to? I feel they would be able to help me plot the safest course there and back.

I'm glad to hear that Althaea.  Alaric seems very genuine.

I hope he finds what he is looking for so we know what we are up against.  This whole Drow business has got everyone scared and confused.

I agree with you, I can't be certain the keep hasn't already been looted and I don't like risking anyone outside the walls unless absolutely necessary.  No one has been to the keep since Cataclysm.  The hunters only found it in the distance when searching for food.  No one has set foot there.

There are a lot of threats out there, both environmental and wildlife related.  The falling debris from the mountain, sinkholes, hot and cold spots with no rhyme or reason to them, large fissures that dot the landscapes, strange and deadly plants.  We've lost hunters to all of them, but to the NW specifically, I don't know off hand.  The hunters would tell you, but they are still not back from their most recent hunt.  They should be back in the next day or two.

Originally, I was cursing the sandstorm that caused me to stop at the ruined Palace, but looking back it was rather a blessing instead.

I will have to delay the start of this excursion then. Their information could be invaluable. There are a few other questions I have for you, though. Since coming here, Sebastian has caused nothing but headaches in my experience, is he to be trusted?

Will there be any further support available for this mission or is Sebastian all you can spare? Sebastian makes it sound like we will find many things once we arrive there, do we have the means to transport the weapons back if we find them still intact and in their place? Upon their return, who will the recipients be?

Yes, their information would be most helpful, I agree with you.

Sebastian is misunderstood at times.  We can trust him. For some odd reason I think he believes that being a monster makes them do what he wants.  Sometimes it works, but it inspires a hatred that will be his undoing if he isn't careful.

Most of the guards we have stationed here are his, as well as the hunters, from his previous position as a Marquis. He is smart and has a lot of good ideas, but when he gets his mind set on something, he'll stop at nothing, including being an ass, to get what he wants. We've been fighting over the cache since it was found 3 months ago.

I really can't spare anyone else at this point, especially with the Drow lurking about.  While the tunnel may be closed, who knows if there are more?  We need to really think about our path forward.  Should another attack come, Vertigo might not be safe anymore.

The only thing I can offer is a wagon, but with the rocky terrain and general environment, I don't think it will be much help.  One of the reasons I thought this effort was in vain, was because we'd have to make multiple trips and that just increases the danger to our people.

The weapons and armor will be distributed among the people.  All fighting men and women, switching out the guards armor and weapon, while Jacob repairs the old, the arrows to the hunters for sure as well as those on the wall.  Everyone will get their fair share, should there be a cache left.

I think those are all the questions I have for the time being. More might pop up after I have conferred with the hunters. Thank you for speaking with me about this. Once my companions and I have a plan in place we will let you know so you know roughly when to expect us back in case things go wrong.

You're welcome Althaea.  If there is anything else you need, please let me know.  Be well.

One last thing before I forget, Thorin. Should our venture be successful, might I suggest with the extra weapons you set up training so more people can help defend Vertigo should the Drow return or another threat arises. They may not need to use the training, but it is better to be overly prepared than under in an emergency.

I finished my breakfast and stood up from the table, deciding it was time to find Andraste and compare information.

Sebastian already has that in the works, thanks Althaea.

Glorious. I am just glad there is already a plan for that.

After repairing most of the firefight damage in the inn, Sand had decided to go see if he could maybe try to recover the amulet in the collapse tunnel. He was not very optimistic, but Scamp was being a pest and he went there to placate his obstinate familiar. As expected, the search and efforts were futile and by the time the owl admitted defeat, most of the patron had finished breakfast. Sand used a final cantrip to remove the tunnel’s dust from his body, before he walked in the common room. There, he found Althaea seated, Thorin just leaving her, harried as usual. The elf was pensive, thinking about her conversation when the warforged approached gingerly.

Sand bids good morning to Althaea. Sand sorry about exploding disk, but Vertigo safe from dark skins now.

A slight smile encouraged the construct, telling him that the bard was in way better spirits.

Sand was thinking. Maybe Alicia knows more about amulet and why dark skins wanted it. Sand not good with words.

A shake of his head demonstrated the total extent of his ability to show frustration.

Could Sand ask Althaea to come speak to Alicia with Sand? Sand not want to cause great pain again.

I looked up from my breakfast as Sand approached. I had not seen him enter even though I was facing the door, perhaps he had already been here hiding somewhere.

Sand bids good morning to Althaea. Sand worry about exploding disk, but Vertigo safe from dark skins now.

Good morning to you as well, Sand. It is I who needs to apologize, you did nothing that Thorn and I had not asked you to do. As I said last night, I am not perfect and am working on controlling my temper. The dark skins are called Drow and for the moment, yes, Vertigo is safe from them.

Sand was thinking. Maybe Alicia knows more about amulet and why dark skins wanted it. Sand not good with words.

I do not believe she knows much about the amulet itself. I tried to speak with her last night before I came to get you, but we can ask. Alaric believes he may have some information on it; however, he has to travel home to retrieve it. This may take a week or so. Even if she does not know what it does, she may still be able to tell us where she found it and how long ago that was. We may be able to retrieve the amulet later if we know what part of the Underdark we need to go to. Sebastian might have maps or a few books in his keep.

Could Sand ask Althaea to come speak to Alicia with Sand? Sand not want to cause great pain again.

Of course, Sand. Please allow me a few minutes to finish my breakfast and then I will accompany you.

I finished my breakfast quickly after that. It was starting to get cold from sitting for so long. It did not taste particularly good cold, but I did not want to waste it either. Resources here were far more limited than at home. Rising from my seat, I took my dishes to the kitchen to be washed and rejoined Sand near the door. I knew where Alicia's room was from last night, but I had little inkling of what she did during the day, she might not be here.

When we arrived at her room, the curtain was open. I poked my head inside as I called out, Hello, Alicia, are you here? It is Althaea and Sand. We would like to speak with you if you have time.

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Yes, I'm here.  What did you two want to talk about?

We had a few questions for you about where you found the amulet. You said you looted a dead wizard's crypt? Would you be able to describe where you found it? Was it in the Underdark? We are trying to determine which house the Drow that attacked us were from.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:11, Fri 24 July 2020.

Sure, no problem Althaea.

Yeah, the crypt is actually about a week's travel or so North of here.  I found it when I was traveling South, on my way to Vertigo.

The crypt itself was in the bottom of a Wizard's Tower though, which was half sunk into the ground, as I later found out.  I was able to find my way in through a lower level of the tower and work my way down.

It seemed abandoned for quite some time.
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Interesting.

So the wizard's tower was here on the surface a week's travel to the North, not in the Underdark? The Drow would never bury one of their own on the surface from my understanding. Do you remember any specific landmarks you passed on the way from the tower to Vertigo? I would like to try and determine the location of this tower when I speak to the hunters after they return. Once the town has been equipped, I would like to investigate it.

Correct, it was not in the Underdark.  The only landmark I can think of, was far NE from here.  There looked to be a small fishing village, for the most part abandoned from what I could tell, and in disrepair, but the most noticeable thing was that the lake next to the village was almost completely drained.

A number of ships seemed to be dangling precariously on sharp jutting rocks that rose above the lake's once water level.  A huge hole leading into darkness could be seen, from the hill on which I stood.  It was, terrifying.

Sand was glad to have asked Althaea to talk to Alicia, as his limited speech capacity would never have been able to get so much details so rapidly. He nodded as the conversation kept on going, waiting for the right moment to make his apologies to Alicia.
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:32, Fri 24 July 2020.

That description stands out for me. I would be hard-pressed to not remember something like that. I would bet it has a name. One of the hunters will surely know about it. A hole that size would be terrifying. It sounds as though that hole could potentially lead to the Underdark. Definitely something to investigate further.

Althaea seemed to have asked all the questions she needed answers to, and for a someone who was found by ruins explorers, he felt a strange compelling to go explore those ruins too. But for now, there was...

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Where was that sound coming from? Sand looked around and saw his familiar playing with the same bell he had played with before the drow attack, on the woman's boot.

Scamp, no!

He tried to pull the mechanical bird out of the room, but the owl was faster, hooting his displeasure at being deprived of his fun, while flying away.

Sand sorry... Sorry for lots of things. Sand didn't want to cause great pain to Alicia. Zantler and Gustav are like fathers to Sand, Sand grieves that they are dead. Sand not good with words, Zantler said Sand could be damaged. But Sand sincerely regrets not be able to save friends.

Sand sorry again, but can Sand ask one last question about wizard tomb? Did Alicia find other things other than necklace in tomb?

The construct waited for her answer, somehow hoping that she would designate the magical items that he had already sensed on her.

It's okay Sand.  I know you didn't mean anything bad by it.  I've heard about all the repairs you've done in the inn and in general, and know you're a good person.  It was just bad timing, is all.

I've known Gustav and Zantler for a long time.  It saddens me to hear of their death.

No, that was the only item in the tomb that I found, but as a collector, I've been to many places and found many things.  As you can tell, I like to decorate myself with most of them.

Smiling warmly at you, she then asks:While it hurts to hear about it, may I ask what befell my Dwarven friends?

Sand remembers it well. Dwarves found and named Sand, and Sand helped with their ruin exploration for many moons. But findings were few and as dwarves and Sand coming back to Vertigo, another ruin was spotted. Inside was smelling of death. Sand told friends to turn back, Xantler agreed but it was too late. Fast dead things that walk ambushed dwarves and Sand, at least twelve. Sand remembers being hit and felt poison on claws, but poison did not affect Sand too much.

He shook and lowered his head, looking at the ground, trying to express grief.

Gustav fell first. Zantler tried to help, but was cut down too. Sand did stop two of dead things, but it was too many…

His shoulders slumped, as he looked at Alicia, cursing his inability to use facial expressions.

Sand had to run… had to flee. It was too many.

Thank you for telling me Sand.  I understand.  We all take risks as explorers and treasure hunters, but even more so in this harsh world where you can't even anticipate what might be coming next.  Everything is just so, different.

Sometimes I think about the world we live in now and wonder if we'd be better off being ruled by someone as harsh and determined as the world is against us, if only to bring some order to the chaos.

I know it's not the best solution, but we don't have enough good people left, like you guys, who can rise up and right the wrongs of this world.  Too many people nowadays are corrupt, sick with disease, or just mentally broken.  How can we as a people ever come back from this?

I'm sorry for my tangent.  I just hate this world.
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My condolences as well, Alicia. It is always hard to lose those close to us.

If there was a person to bring everyone together again and lead them, I agree that they would have to have an immense understanding of the way the world is in order to choose appropriate responses to the dangers that plague us. However, some degree of compassion is also necessary. Not all struggles can be resolved with force. A balance must be met. A leader must inspire loyalty from his or her people, not just fear.

Sand likes order too, world needs order. But Sand agrees with Althaea, people need more than order to be happy. Sand not know much on that, not a reference. Sand knows in city Sand waked up, people were understanding, were happy. City was attacked by people in black with order, not compassion. People in black destroyed people like Sand because not like them, look and think different.

The construct shook his head, realizing he might be the last of his race….
This message was last edited by the player at 20:48, Fri 24 July 2020.

There is no one left any more to do that for us, don't you realize that?  It's been 50 years and no one cares enough to try.  There's too much apathy, too much corruption, too much chaos.  We are all lost until something changes.

If you had not already guessed, Alicia, I am not from this realm. I do not have the knowledge of all the politics of your people. I do believe there could yet be someone who can bring your people together. It is just a matter of finding that person and getting their voice heard. However, that is not a simple matter in our current state of affairs. Do not lose faith just yet.
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Alicia just hangs her head down for a second before picking it up.

Was there anything else you guys needed to know? Alicia says somberly.

I think we have all the information we came for. Thank you for your time. Do perk up, Alicia. All is not lost.

I rest my hand on her shoulder for a moment before departing.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 258):

Sand thanks Alicia. Alicia should keep hope up. Sand wants to help fix world too, Sand good at fixing.

He nodded to the woman and followed Althaea to the common room.

Finished with my meetings with the village leaders I return to the main cavern; there is still one person I need to speak to this morning. I start in the tavern in case she is having a late breakfast but I do not see her. Alright, what is the darkest, quietest area of the cave complex….I do not know.

I ask a few of the residents and get more than a few odd looks but eventually I am directed to a cave farthest from the entrance to the main complex. No curtain covers the entrance and no lights are fitted to the walls nearby. Entering I can see this was a larger cave similar to the tavern but it looks like whoever tried to expand this cave was not as careful since the back third of the cave has collapsed. And in the far corner is Thorn.

I walk up to her and try to catch her eye. “We need to talk about yesterday. Is there somewhere you would feel more comfortable.”

She shakes her head.

“I need to know what happened with Raznul after I left.”

She looks back at me. “I killed him.”

“Why did you kill him?”

“Because it needed to be done.”

“I reached the same conclusion. But why did you?”

She bows her head lower, refusing to make eye contact and murmurs, “I don’t understand.”

“I am trying to understand why you chose to kill him. There is no right or wrong answer.”

“Because it needed to be done,” she repeats. Then after a brief pause: “Why did you decide he needed to die?”

I stop and think for a moment, my right hand gently stroking my pendant. “When I went to Thorin so that Raznul could face Vertigo’s justice he gave me the responsibility of deciding his punishment.” Something I find very disappointing from someone in charge of a settlement. “I thought about what happened during the fight and his responses to my questions. Vertigo has no means of confining him which only left two options: release or death. I wanted to believe that if I let him go, even with some lesser punishment, that he would make different choices in the future but I could not.”

“Why did you?”

“Then we agree: dangerous creatures that can’t be controlled or contained need to die.”

“Is that what you feel, or what you think I want to hear?”

“Yes.”

Not very helpful, “To which?”

“Both.”

“Is what I want to hear important?”

“I don’t know.”

I should wrap this up quickly but I have one more question I need to ask. “Do you understand why I was disappointed by what you did?”

“No.”

“That is fair, you barely know me.” I say giving her a brief smile. “First and most important, you felt you could not tell me what you thought or felt in that situation. That is my fault and I will try to do better in the future. Second, he was my prisoner and I was responsible for his security and his safety. Because of your choice, I failed that responsibility and I do not take that lightly. Third, if I had killed him it would be in line with local law. You doing so as you did, just encourages the same chaos that makes the wilderness so dangerous.”

I think that is enough for now. I bow to her, “I was not looking forward to ending his life and you spared me that. I ask that you please do not do so again. In the future I hope that you feel that you can speak your mind to me. Thank you for your time.” And with that I turn and make my way back into the cave complex. I do not think my words will have any impact on her future choices but hopefully she at least understands me better.

Walking back from Alicia's room, I could not stop thinking about the wizard's tower that she had described to me. The dried-up lake, the giant hole leading down into the dark, even the graveyard of ships in its wake, something about it was calling to me. I need to see it with my own eyes.

I was so lost in thought I nearly bumped into Jacob coming out of his smithy.

Jacob, I do apologize, I was not paying attention to where I was walking. I did wish to ask you something though. I have noticed I lack a skill that would come in very handy, would you know anything about lockpicking? Places like Sebastian's Keep are bound to have many doors that have locks and I rather doubt Sebastian still has all his keys in his possession. I smiled at him, trying to make the act of lockpicking sound less criminal.

Having completed all I intended this morning, I head back to the Better Times to wait for the others to finish their business so we can decide if we will continue forward together. I find a seat near the back of the tavern where I would be out of the way and take out my violin and begin to play softly.

My heart calls for me to rush off to the north east; I have made up so much time surely I will catch up soon. But my head knows different; I have no destination in mind and rushing now will serve no purpose. I have always found it difficult to ignore what my emotions demand in favour of what reason knows but as usual the music helps and the frantic storm inside begins to subside. I can feel Rao’s light touch on my soul and out of the corner of my eyes I can see my hair shift from dirty brown to pale blonde.

I do not know how long I sit there quietly playing when Sand and his strange companions pass through the door into the tavern. I put my violin back in its case and wave to get their attention. “Sand, Clacker, Scamp over here.” I smile as the constructs turn to face me and make their way over. “Good morning to you all.” I say with a smile as I hold out my hand to Clacker, “How did things go with Alicia?”

Sand nodded to the half-elf, as he took a chair that he had just repaired a few hours ago, his massive frame still causing the chair to groan under his weight.

"Alicia told Althaea and Sand where wizard tomb is. It is next to big hole in ground, Sand thinks to go after keep. Maybe other things like necklace to be found. Or maybe book of magic."

Did Sebastian give information to Giltris or he didn’t want to talk?

“He did. It was good to speak with him; he is a much better person than he seems and takes his responsibilities seriously. We will have to see what Althaea was able to get from Thorin.”

I look around the tavern taking in the mostly repaired furniture and the lack of dust from the explosion yesterday. “Did you help clean-up here? Fix the furniture?”

The construct nodded again.

"Sand fixed. People need place to eat and drink. Dar… no. Althaea told word to Sand… what was … Drow. Yes drow. Drow and Althaea and Giltris and Thorn and Sand did battle in place to eat and drink. Sand fixed when people went back to sleep after explosive disk destroyed tunnel."

"Sand sad that Sand could not get amulet for Alicia. But explosive disk strong. Sand not know how to make."

"What is expected to bring back from keep? Will long legged animal be needed? Sand not have anymore, gave back to Alicia."

“It is a great thing that you have done for the people of Vertigo Sand. You see how close to the edge they are here; this tavern serves more than food and drink to the people, it provides them a place they can escape the hardship of the outside world if even for a short time. It will be some time for that sense of security to return after the Drow attack but to have lost all they had gathered here would have badly hurt their spirit. That small act of kindness may be worth much more to them then any weapon in the long run. Thank you Sand.” I say leaning forward and placing my hand on his shoulder as I look into his eyes.

Leaning back in my seat I take a second to review Sand’s other comments. “Just because you do not know how to make the explosive disk now does not mean you cannot figure it out. Just knowing something is possible is a big part of figuring out how to do it. Besides you said yourself you had learned some magic from your friend’s book; maybe you just need to find a different book.”


“From what Sabastien told me there is a lot of equipment potentially at the keep and there is not anything here we can use to carry it. That is actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” I dig around in my bag and pull out the book I had scribbled down notes from my meeting this morning and show it to Sand, “here is the list of equipment that hopefully is still there. Can you put together something we could use to carry it all back here in a single trip?”


Sand took the list and studied it for a time, his head alternatively shaking and nodding as he was thinking, long and hard. Taking a piece of charcoal from his bag, he flipped the parchment and started doing calculations, his hand writing blocky but neat. After a moment, he opened his mouth.

"Sand thinks… that would be difficult. Many big and heavy things. Sand knows way, but Sand not know if Sebastian would be patient. Sebastian seems hurried to get keep.

He pondered some more, taping his stick of charcoal on the paper.

"Sand could go faster, Sand not need to eat and drink… but not do anything else. Sand knows how to make bags, bigger inside than outside. Takes time and resources. Many many days for one. 10 days for one, if Sand rests and works only. Sand not have resources for one now."

“Are you thinking of a magical solution or a physical one? If it is physical, I may be able to help you. To be honest I was thinking of a cart. Either way, I think Sebastien would be patient if he knew why we were delaying.”

"It is both magical and physical, Sand has to put magic in physical object. Sand knows how to do, not know how Sand learned to do. Big work to do. To carry this..."

The construct tapped the paper.

“Well let me know if I can help.”

"Sand thinks at least 5 bags, possibly more. 2 moons of work. Keep could be empty then if someone else knows."

Over the course of the next two days, Thorn learned that while she could easily spend many hours lying in wait for prey, she endured true idleness poorly. She quickly established that more time alone with her thoughts was not a boon at present and began seeking a valuable way to spend her time. One that kept her well away from people and their personal questions. This proved rather difficult since – with the possible exception of Sand – invading the privacy of others apparently served as one of the primary means of entertainment in Vertigo.

The first morning when Jacob stepped out of the smithy for breakfast, Thorn took the opportunity to examine the quality of his metalwork. She was dissatisfied, but not surprised, to discover that his skill was insufficient to craft any improvements for Aisling. Probably just as well – persuading him to set aside his other work in favor of hers was almost certainly beyond her meager talents.

Next, she sought out the settlement’s animals, but they too disappointed her. What few remained were sorry specimens, half-starved and fully domesticated. Uninteresting and unworthy of her efforts.

So she turned her attention to the young spider who had chosen to linger with her. Thorn remained uncertain whether her presence was a coincidence or something more, so she needed to proceed carefully, even more so than usual with arachnids. Training was permissible, of course, but necessitated the upmost respect. Like all creatures they required trust, care, consistency and a firm hand, but in contrast to others, the ultimate aim was cooperation rather than conditioning. To that end, she devoted her time to developing a rapport with the damhán alla.

On the second evening, Thorn made a shocking and horrifying discovery. As she was eating in the storeroom while the spider hunted, a dirty human girl ran in, pursued by her brother. The female shrieked in apparent fear, turned to the boy who had skidded into her and demanded, “A spider – kill it!” The male started forward, clearly intending to senselessly stomp the arachnid. Without thought, Thorn interposed herself between them, her sudden appearance making the humans shrink back: “By what right do you harm a creature more useful than yourself?”

Confusion flitted across the children’s faces, followed by outrage. The boy retorted irately: “I’m a person. That’s just a spider.”

“Yes. She is younger than you, yet hunts insects that would devour the harvest and vermin that spread disease. And what do you do – take up limited space and consume essential resources? Look to your own value before you pass lethal judgment on another.” And with that, she swept past the dumbstruck children.

Outside, Thorn gazed down at the damhán alla, wondering if she had done the right thing. If the arachnid were clever and quick enough, she would have survived on her own. That was nature’s law. Yet if the spider would cause such reactions everywhere, perhaps she required protection until she grew strong enough to defend herself? Thorn sighed. Yet another question to which she had no answer. As far as she was concerned, the hunters couldn’t return quickly enough.

Sand spent the following days hovering around the forge, meeting with Jabob and convincing him to let the construct work in the forge. There was a thought in his mind after the meeting with Andraste and he wanted to pull it off before the hunters came back. He knew he would never have time to build a single permanent bag of holding, nor the resources to do it but he was not hopeless.

Working tirelessly, the warforged inspired himself with a bigger chariot in needs of repair in the storage cave for the forge and built a smaller one, that he adapted to be pulled by the smaller but more resilient steel defender. It would not carry all the keeps stores, but it would certainly allow the party to bring back more than what their back would allow!

When he could not work at the forge, the construct was usually found at the inn, at a table, still working to repair his crushed rock. He did not understand why, but he was attracted by this rock, still curious to see what the carved symbols were.

Forced to wait for the hunters to return Andraste is at loose ends. Her mornings are spent in exercise, practice with the local guards, and meditation as she seeks to stifle her own impatience. Her afternoons are spent doing whatever physical labour Vertigo needed. At meal times she tries to speak with Sebastian, Thorin, and other prominent settlement leaders to get a better sense of what the town needs and to understand the dynamics in play. A lot of that time is spent listening as they vent their problems. Evenings are spent playing her violin and speaking with Althaea, Thorn, and Sand when available. Still as time passes despite her efforts, the delay is causing her more and more stress.

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 262):

Oh...hi Althaea.  No, it's my fault.  I should have been watching where I was going as well. Um yeah, I can definitely help you out.  When works for you?

I am free any time. I have no obligations until the hunters return and that is two days from now. I would actually rather enjoy having something to do to distract myself. Alaric is leaving tomorrow as well and I am not able to go with him. When works best for you? I do not want to take you away from your actual work.

OH, Alaric is leaving you say?  That's too bad.  A small smile comes to his lips that he find hard to hide.

When is he coming back?

I mean, I'm happy to um..help distract you.  It's a painstaking process to learn, it might take a long time.  I hope that is ok?  I think if we spend a lot of time together..um, working on it, we should be able to knock it out by the end of 2 days.